My name is Leunam I grew up in Guantanamo. Not the jail that US controls but the town next to it I had a happy childhood. As happy as you can get in a communist country. I use to spend my time singing dancing or watching cartoons with homemade antennas that is until I started to have visions sometimes of the future others of the past. Nightmares beyond your wildest dreams. It all started when I was moved to my own room I was 3 or 4 at the time. The first thing I saw the eerie mirror in my room. I paid no mind thinking it was just my nerves playing tricks on me. I started playing with my toys. But I felt as something was watching me, so left the room and when to my mothers room she was studying like always. Lesiram is my mother's name and to this day she knows me better than I know myself. She ask me what was wrong I told her I felt something looking at me. She said that I probably imagined it. The day when by and we ended up going to our rooms at 11:45 after watching a movie this was a Friday night. I when to my room and I sat in front of the mirror and I kept sticking my tongue at it. To my surprise as soon as soon as I stop my reflection kept sticking his tongue at me. I run to my bed and cover myself from head to toe. What should I do me a young boy of 4 year at most. I kept hearing sounds from the mirror but I pretended That it was all in my head. As the day when by I started to have strange dreams.