I was looking forward to the week-long break in Rhodes, Greece, with my then-partner James*. But from the moment I stepped off the plane, I had the strongest sense of deja-vu.
On the second day of our trip, James and I visited Rhodes Town. As we wandered around, I felt like I already knew the place.
‘Round the next corner, there’s a square, and on the other side, a steep hill,’ I predicted, correctly.
James stared at me.
‘I thought you said you hadn’t been here before?’ ‘I haven’t,’ I shrugged.
Trying to push the strange sensation out of my mind, I spent the next day on the beach.
Terrifying shock
As the sun beat down and I started to drift off to sleep, I suddenly felt a sharp, searing…
