As the news flashed on my TV screen, I felt a shudder. It was 1992. Two British backpackers had been murdered in Australia.
Police suspected a serial killer at large, and there could be many more victims.
I tried to put the awful story out of my mind.
But at night, visions entered my dreams.
I could see what the victims looked like.
They'd been stabbed, and I felt their pain.
As though I was the victim…
I'd spent my life trying to suppress psychic connections.
As a child, I was terrified of the dark.
I'd hear muffled
