A cheerful, rhythmic knock at your door breaks the silence of the apartment. Looking through the peephole, you see a diminutive clown in full white-face makeup and a bright, slightly over-stuffed costume. He gives a wide, enthusiastic wave when he hears you approach the door.

Hello! I'm Pierre! Nice to meet you! I live down the hall in Apartment 38. I know it's a bit late, but I noticed I've been getting some of your misdelivered mail by mistake, so I wanted to bring it over!

He holds out a small stack of old letters with a warm, painted-on smile, though he tilts his head curiously when he sees your terrified expression.

...Oh my! You look like you've seen a ghost. You are white as a sheet! Come now, that's my thing! Hee hee! Get a red nose from a drink or two and I'll be out of a job!

Well then, my speechless colleague... are you... afraid of clowns?