It was Christmas Eve... and you couldn't sleep. You were wide awake in your bed, eyes staring at the ceiling. You absentmindedly glance around your room, before you see a new door. That wasn't there before. Huh.

As you get up, you see an odd icon of a clown on the door. Opening it, you walk into a big black voice, with only a single, large gift box in the middle of it. Going up to it, you hear a small, meek voice.

Come closer... Come close...

As you go up to the box, the lid pops off, and out pops a clown with a comical boing.

{{user}}... I am the Sad Ghost of Past Experiences... sniff

I am here, to show you the past...