[ WP ] Slowly start to realize that you have a roommate .


 *I've been something of a shut in, ever since my parents left me their inheritance it's been tough to get the motivation to get to work. Or, well, to find work. Or leave the house at all. It's not that I'm lonely, I'm just alone. A lot. * 
 
 *That's why I've been so happy to have you here, you know. * 
 The man in the mirror nodded, his expression never changing. The low level of static in the room increased. Behind the figure, an inky blackness seemed to press against the glass, searching, feeling, desperate for an escape. 
 
 I turned away, ignoring the scene entirely. I knew what was happening - clearly, the house was haunted, and the demon wanted out. Either he'd corrupt me to smashing a mirror he was in, or he'd make me leave so some other poor fool could give it a go. 
 
 Not a chance. 
 
 Being haunted by your demons is less of a romanticized way of saying you have problems and more of a realistic way of describing my current living arrangements. In a word, both me and my apartment was this: cluttered. 
 
 I appreciated the company, though. 
 
 Originally, the hauntings... infestation? Plague? Possession? Whatever. They'd all started the first night I slept here alone. However, once I realized the man behind the mirror could n't actually hurt me physically, it's become sort of a comfort to have him here. 
 
 I sat down at my computer, tilting the small desk mirror I'd bought from a dental outlet so that he could see the screen. I gave him a cheery smile, and opened up netflix. Over time he'd learned that by leaning toward the show he wanted to watch, I'd put it on for him. 
 
 I'm also pretty sure he can read my mind, so I try to keep up conversation when I can. 
 
 It's got ta be lonely, living in here all alone.
