#katlikesweirdshit

Code: 536KW (my initials and my room number where first observed lol cute right) Name: the lost love Tracker(s): kat Category: human but also not human, also an experience, also an object, maybe a dead person, idk what's going on with this Initial Observation Date: 1/13/2015 Initial Location: my room Description: i had this TA for my natty haz lab named beau, and he was a cool dude, helpin us out with the homework and such. nothing weird about that. and keep in mind that these things happened before i knew that artifacts were a thing, so i was really freaked out when no one else had had this experience. the night of the 13th i had a dream that beau was in, nbd, people have dreams about other people all the time right? so in the dream beau gave me a task to do which was to do essentially a dead drop in... lets just say a place i was not supposed to be and a place i really did not want to be. ok fine it was the hospital morgue. that's a fuckin scary place right? he wanted me to bring an object he gave me and put it with a certain body. i didn't remember which body, and when i woke up, i thought, hey this is weird, and i was a little shaken because it was a weird dream, but otherwise i was normal. 

so when i went to office hours that day beau asked to see me privately and i was like "oh shit guess i failed the last homework" but no instead he asked me "did you get my message?" and at first i was confused but then i realized what he was talking about. i don't think my face revealed it or anything but he kept asking if i got the message and i said i didn't because by that time i was scared as all hell. so a day passes, no incident other than i didn't fail the homework, in fact i got the extra credit question right. Then we had game night in one of the downstairs rooms of ihouse, where there's a portrait of some important donor people idk. i think their last name's coulter because the room's called the coulter lounge. anyway they're a couple and i'd never paid much attention before. but here i am zoning out because the house president is in a war with the house drunk over how many sheep is worth a brick and i look at the portrait and something weird happens. did you ever read the charlie bone books as a kid? they're part capitalizing on the harry potter mania and part very obvious mystery, but they're very charming and when i was little i enjoyed them a lot. well in the books charlie's special magical power is "picture travelling," essentially he goes into portraits and interacts with the subjects in the world they're painted into. it's not the coolest power in the books (def billy raven or olivia) but i digress. basically that's what happened to me but i didn't realize it til after. i went into the portrait, and i don't know how to describe this other than i became mrs. coulter. my clothes and voice changed and i had memories of a time that is foreign to actual kat, but i still had some memories, specifically the ones relating to beau. and then i realized that mr. coulter was beau, and he slipped something into my hand and i felt my hand involuntarily close around it. He said that i have to remember to take it to the hospital. he looked me straight in the eye and caressed my face. his fingers were rough and they smelled like a smell i'll never forget. it's the smell of nursing homes and high school biology dissections and for a brief period last year my room (rip willow rosenberg, the best goldfish i ever had.) basically it's the smell of death and it's a terrifying smell. and then suddenly the fingers are dice bouncing off my face with a sting and the house drunk yells "shit, I'm so sorry, but it's your turn" and i decide that i'm done with the coulter lounge for the night. i go back up to my room and lay in my bed but i still feel tense so i do that progressive muscle relaxation thing that they teach you in therapy. but i can't get my left hand to relax and then i realize it's still closed on the object beau put in my hand earlier. so i am physically prying open my fingers one at a time because they just reflexively close around this object. as soon as i see just a glint of gold reflecting off it i remember the specific body number i'm supposed to go to, and i feel a sense of urgency as if i have to go there right now or else. i'm scared out of my mind by this point and in between rocking back and forth and this sense of urgency and the metal in my hands that doesn't get warmer no matter how hard i squeeze i just need to get rid of this tension. so i head out. when i get to the morgue, the categorization system is surprisingly simple. also it's surprisingly easy to get in. if you ever need to do a dead drop in a not very guarded place this is where to go. so i find the specific body. it's right at eye level. i open up the locker and i don't know why but it just opens with no key. then my hand falls limp. well, not so limp that it's unable to function. and definitely not limp enough to drop the object. Now i see it's a ring. a very beautiful old ring, probably a wedding ring. i've attached the picture of the best sketch i can make of it. it's engraved with a date: 1-15-92. but it's way too old to be 1992 and when i looked up popular wedding ring styles it def wasn't the 1990s. this ring is from 1892 guys. it's a bona fide antique. I pull back the sheet just enough to see the left hand, and the ring slips onto it. like, without my assistance the ring jumps out of my hand and goes right on the finger. my tension is gone (mentally and physically since i can finally open my fuckin hand) and i head back home. the next time i see beau i tell him i've done it and he has no clue what i'm talking about. naturally.