Blimey and I thought I was the weird one nanaej. At least my Mrs Kershaw was in human form ! 
I think perhaps your two friends were actually your own split personalities Absent. One being the goody two shoes Absent and the other one being the Absent we know and love today who is a touch more mischievous.
I don't think I have ever admitted this before but I used to chat to my grandmother's bath! 
When I was a child I had a (very real) imaginary friend called Mrs Kershaw, who was my best friend. If I close my eyes I can see her as vivid as I could when I was a child. She wore her hair in a bun and carried a shopping basket that always had nice things in it. She wore a leopard skin jacket with kind of poppers down the front and a turquoise blouse. Mrs Kershaw had a kind gentle Scottish accent and I told her everything. Where did she go? Who was she? and where did she come from?
When I talk to myself (as I do frequently) I often wonder if I am really still talking to my old friend Mrs K and I smile to myself thinking she must be very much alive and well somewhere hopefully looking after another very lonely and imaginative child. 
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