Turn down Slade Alley - narrow, dank and easy to miss, even when you're looking for it.
Find the small black iron door set into the right-hand wall.
No handle, no keyhole, but at your touch it swings open.
Enter the sunlit garden of an old house that doesn't quite make sense; too grand for the shabby neighbourhood, too large for the space it occupies.
A stranger greets you and invites you inside.
At first, you won't want to leave.
Later, you'll find that you can't.
This unnerving, taut and in.
Sceptre Slade house/david mitchell
