Who's there?

I got to leave work early today. Happy Valentine's Day to me! It is a beautiful, sunny day. Quite the contrast to last year. When I arrived home, I was surprised to find my television on when I opened my door. There was a naked woman on the screen. I began to freak out, thinking, "Oh my God, someone has been in my apartment watching porn." There was no way I was going beyond the entry to find out who was in there. So I considered my options.
I closed the door, locked it, then walked over to the apartment office. I was prepared to explain that while I might seem paranoid, I needed someone to come with me as I went in my apartment to look for unwanted intruders. I didn't really like this plan because I don't want anyone to see the state of my apartment right now. I mean, I was planning on cleaning it today. Really.
When I explained that my TV was mysteriously on, they suggested that it was a result of an earlier power-failure. This sounded logical to me. So I accepted the explantion and bravely returned to my apartment to enter. Alone. Once in the apartment, I realized that the clocks were indeed flashing. And the movie was not actually porn, but simply a movie on cable. Though I've seen Laurel Canyon, and it's pretty bad.