I Recognized a House I Had Never Seen Before

Last summer, I visited a small town with some friends. We stopped there randomly because we were tired from driving and wanted coffee.

While walking through one of the side streets, I suddenly felt like I knew exactly where I was.

I told my friends there would be a blue house at the end of the street with a broken stone wall and a small metal gate. I had no reason to know that. I had never been to that town before.

But when we turned the corner, it was there.

Blue house. Broken wall. Metal gate.

I felt sick for the rest of the day. My friends laughed it off, but I could not. The place felt familiar in a way that was not like memory. It felt older than memory.

I still think about that house.