When I was a kid, I sometimes saw another kid in my closet. I never wanted to say anything, but finally did. I told my dad, "There is a boy in my closet".
He was a little taken aback and asked me what the boy looked like? I told him, "He looks like me". "Looks like you", my dad asked. I told him yes. My dad asked me if the boy talked to me. I told him that he didn't talk to me, but he made fun of me.
"Makes fun of you? What do you mean?"
I explained that he would just stare at me, and mock my movements.
"So, he's only in your closet, stares at you, and mocks your movement, huh?" "Yes", I said.
"You're looking at the mirror hanging on the inside of your door, dumb ass."