The building that I saw is strange because it has 13 windows, but no one can see in or out of the windows. It has another window, but this one has a little boy staring out of the window. He is staring at me. I notice that at the top of the entrance it says "O KLAND MA YSVIL E GRA E SCHOOL" with some letters missing. I now realize that it is a school (or at least was a school). Back again to the boy, he is still staring at me. With eyes that tell the story of a million lifetimes, a soul that mourns with sorrow, and a heart as limp and broken as the one who killed it. In the human form, he does not have any eyes because they are blackened out. At this point, unlike any other realistic reaction, I am not scared. This little boy understands me, knows me, feels me, accepts me and likes me. After about 10 seconds of staring, he somehow creates a smile, with crooked teeth and a black tongue he then nods his head as if telling me to continue on because what I'm doing is somehow good in a way. He does not leave. He dissipates into the air, but he is not gone.