“Good you’re up”

“Who are you?”

“Now, now. Little impatient aren’t we?”

“Of course I am. I’m being followed by my reflecion.”

“How could I be part of your reflection?”

“I’m going insane?”

“Then how did you get the text messages? You physically got them. Well technically at least.”

“Okay so I’m not going insane”

“I didn’t say that. It’s just that going insane wouldn’t explain me.”

“So you’re what then? Some…higher being?”

“In a sense. But only you can see me, hear me, or really know I exist.”

“So what was up with the creepy perverted messages?”

“I didn’t send them. My opposite making sure you don’t trust me. Yin and Yang higher being thing.”

“It worked for a while.”

“And now I need your help.”

“With what?”

“Now if I told you then it would take all the fun out of it. And this is all the get to do” He gave me a stupid grin and disapeared.

I got up and looked at my reflection. I touched the mirror. I turned to the window.
“Criptic bastard”