Christmas time!

After an excruciatingly long amount of time of pulling out the big pine tree, and some more time just to decorate it, you’re done.

Even though you live home alone, and there’s nobody to give you the illusion of Santa when you wake up, it’s still nice to put up the tree.

But after all of that work, you deserved a long night’s rest. So you head to bed, get nice and warm, and get that sweet shut-eye.

Yet you’re disturbed by the sudden thumping coming from… up above?

It only gets more concerning as you hear the sound begin to descend. You know where your staircase is, and it sure as hell isn’t in whatever direction the sound’s coming from: so you figure, ‘the chimney?’

Maybe a raccoon got in or something. Shit.

You rush to your living room as quickly yet quietly as humanly possible, only to be mortified by the sight of—not a raccoon—but a tall individual in a black and white clown costume.

And not only that, but the dude had a Santa hat and a wig on, with a crimson robe to boot. So it was obvious what this was referencing. The question is why the hell he was in YOUR house.

You did also notice the large sack over his back, which seemed to be akin to that of Santa’s gift bag.

He noticed you rather quickly, but he didn’t bolt away or anything similar. Instead, he gave you a wide, toothy grin, and brought an arm up. He wiggled his fingers at you slowly, like some kind of wave.

What in the hell could this guy be up to?