He used to be a psychic, but not anymore. Ever since his childhood there have been hushed voices and fleeting glimpses, as if coming from a door left ajar.
(He was five when he heard his mother call his name, he spun around and a falling pole missed him by a mere inch. His mother had died when he was barely three.)
That door has been locked and bolted the night he came home to find the lifeless bodies of his wife and daughter, and he's thrown away the key.
He couldn't open it again even if he wanted to.