"Well, that's it then!" Said Amber, throwing her arms up in the air.

All three of us read the sign that was chained to the locked double iron gates that prevented us from going down No Place Street. It read;

'CONDEMNED FOR REDEVELOPMENT. KEEP OUT. TRESPASSERS WILL PROSECUTED!'

To get to No Place Street you had to weave your way through some modern refurbished houses. No Place Street was at the far end of town, the last of the 1960s brutalist architecture. All concrete blocks and aggressive edges that in later years had become home to pimps and drug dealers. With the power cut to this part of town and no street lights emitting their soft sickly yellow glow, the grey concrete blocks looked even more sinister standing sentinel in the dark.

"Come on, let's go home." Said Amber. "This place is giving me the creeps."

"Look, whoever sent you this invite must have got their location wrong. There is obviously nothing down there worth going to." Seconded Lois.

I looked down at the scroll in my hand. Using the torch from my phone,...