The Kidz Club

The Kidz Club

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Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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The Kidz club is a story about children growing up on the Medway in Kent during the war years in the early 1940's. It takes the reader on a nostalgic trip back to the innocent but dangerous times when the common enemy were the Luftwaffe who were bombing England's main cities. Throughout the story it will focus on an adventure which is played out by a group of school children who witness strange goings on at a local Manor House and find a mysterious bounty of Roman treasure which they discover near to an old derelict factory. The Nazi agents have infiltrated British security and have sent a cell of secret agents in order to spy on the local population. At one point the children fear for their lives as they are kidnapped by a sinister gamekeeper who locks them up in a smelly outhouse,will they escape to tell their tale?, as the net closes in on this group of German spies. Who are the mysterious group of people who occupy the Manor House and who are they hiding in their body bag?.

Summary

The Kidz club is a story about children growing up on the Medway in Kent during the war years in the early 1940's.

It takes the reader on a nostalgic trip back to the innocent but dangerous times when the common enemy were the Luftwaffe who were bombing England's main cities.

Throughout the story it will focus on an adventure which is played out by a group of school children who witness strange goings on at a local Manor House and find a mysterious bounty of Roman treasure which they discover near to an old derelict factory.

The Nazi agents have infiltrated British security and have sent a cell of secret agents in order to spy on the local population.

At one point the children fear for their lives as they are kidnapped by a sinister gamekeeper who locks them up in a smelly outhouse,will they escape to tell their tale?, as the net closes in on this group of German spies.

Who are the mysterious group of people who occupy the Manor House and who are they hiding in their body bag?.















Chapter1 (v.1) - Roman Coins Discovery Leads To Mysterious Strangers At The Local Manor House

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The Kidz Club is a story about children growing up on the Medway in Kent during the war years in the early 1940's. It takes the reader on a nostalgic trip back to the innocent but dangerous times when the common enemy were the Luftwaffe who were bombing England's main cities. Throughout the story it will focus on an adventure which is played out by a group of school children who witness strange goings on at a local Manor House and find a mysterious bounty of Roman treasure which they discover near to an old derelict factory. The Nazi agents have infiltrated British security and have sent a cell of secret agents in order to spy on the local population. At one point the children fear for their lives as they are kidnapped by a sinister gamekeeper who locks them up in a smelly outhouse,will they escape to tell their tale?, as the net closes in on this group of German spies. Who are the mysterious group of people who occupy the Manor House and who are they hiding in their body bag?.

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The Kidz Club Chapter 1 - Roman Coins Discovery Leads To Mysterious Strangers At The Local Manor House

 
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It was in the summer of 1944,during the war years that I realised that I was really growing up much faster than I would have liked.
 
In my opinion every recollective child viewed these times as the innocent years,these were the times without pressure,expectation or fear.
 
Childhood was all part of ones own development and you never get a second one,therefore it should be cherished and the quality time remembered in later years.
 
 
It was at the beginning of my summer school holidays when I arranged with some of my school mates and a few local scallywags to meet up in our secret club.
 
This was a tradition we had established for a number of years in our local neighbourhood.
 
Our holiday club was something we all looked forward to being part of throughout the long Summer months.
 
 
Positioned at the end of my family's garden,hidden partly by the long shadows of the poplar trees was my fathers old shed.
 
He didn't much care for it now,but in the early years he would sometimes go down there to listen in to reports of activities during the start of the second world war,by tuning in to the home guard radio service.
 
 
It was quite a large shed and contained lots of memorabilia such as old 78 records, a wind up record player, various gardening tools and a lawn mower.
 
I lived in the south east corner of Kent on the Medway just north of Chatham,from the bottom of our garden I could see the Medway with all of the sandbanks when the tide had gone out.
 
 
There was an old disused factory behind our garden which used to make a coffee product.
 
Also there were ditches which surrounded the back of the garden where we used to hide during our various games such as "Blocky 123 and hide and seek".
 
 
Occasionally one could hear the air raid sirens going off in the distance and the odd aircraft was spotted on one it's reconnaissance bombing raids from the fatherland.
 
Some of these bombs would bring terror and destruction to the people of our community and further a field in the city of London.
 
 
It was now late morning on the first full day of our holidays and I was just about to get up from what seemed a very long sleep,my mother was up and shouting me down for breakfast.
 
"Mike it's time for breakfast it's gone well past 9 'o'clock",she screamed.
 
My sister had by now already got up and was on her way to visit her friends Rosie and Lynn who both lived in Nearby Rochester.
 
She would spend the morning with them no doubt catching up on girl's talk and discussing who was seeing who.
 
 
"Hi mum sorry I'm late getting up did you sleep ok?",I enquired,"yes love I always sleep well,that is until your dads alarm clock goes off and it makes a sound like a air raid siren",she said amusingly.
 
Dad worked in London he had just started a new job as an account clerk at a local bank.
 
He was enjoying the change from a printing career which he had done since leaving school on his father's instruction,who was my grandad.
 
 
The conversation went quiet as mum had to nip out to the shops and I was left all alone to plan my day ahead with my friends who would be arriving in a short while.
 
We had agreed to meet up at 10.30am at the garden shed, there was easy access to the garden and I would meet up with them in due course.
 
 
My mother of course knew nothing of my impending plans for the day,she just expected me to be out somewhere playing with my friends but never knew where I was.
 
 
Just then there was a knock at the door,it was Stephen he was my best friend as we both went to the same school and shared the same teachers, he lived a couple of miles away from me and had travelled down by bike.
 
"Hi Stephen how's things? are you up for a day of adventure today?",I enquired,he smiled at me and then told me that the other members of our club were making their way to the shed.
 
 
We chatted for 5 minutes and then both made the short walk to the said venue, it was a lovely day and both of us were wearing matching white shorts and T-shirts.
 
We quickly approached the shed and then knocked 3 times before entering,"Hello" a voice greeted us,"who goes there?",the voice exclaimed.
 
"It's Stephen and Mike from the honourable kingdom's club establishment requesting permission to enter sir", I exclaimed in a sharp but polite military voice.
 
The voice then asked me for my password and allowed me to enter my own domain, how thoughtful I amused.
 
 
There was always a password used to enter our club as we didn't want any adults knowing about our activities.
 
We were a little secret group of kids who met up at our club who nobody knew about and we wanted it to stay that way.
 
Even my kid sister Karen knew nothing about the meetings and was not privy to our discussions and activities.
 
 
In all there were 4 of us plus Kilty our little west highland white terrier who kept guard in the doorway,she would alert us if anyone approached the shed.
 
The meeting began with a lovely drink of "Dragon's blood", which was a powdered substance bought at our local newsagent,water was added to make a delicious drink which was red in colour and strawberry in flavour.
 
 
"Ok can we have a roll call so we know who is present", I exclaimed as chairman of the group", there was Stephen myself,Richard and Paul present.
 
After the introductions there was the business agenda of the day to discuss.
 
It has come to my attention that the old factory at the top of our field beyond the local forest is being earmarked for a new hotel,I was wondering if the premises needed further inspection," I exclaimed.
 
Also on the agenda was the new sewage pumping plant which was going to be built near to the local neighbourhood,there were growing fears that this could be harmful to the local residents.
 
 
The debate went on for most of the morning until it was lunch time,we would return home then meet up again at 2pm to discuss tactics on how best to resolve our issues.
 
Most of us were no older than 12 or 13 years of age,but we still had ideas and were conscious of making decisions which would affect all of our community not just the children in our neighbourhood.
 
 
During lunch time I asked my mother about the new family who had moved in to the local Manor House just off our land at the edge of the local forest.
 
Apparently they were some very well established Kent family with big connections in the local community.
Apparently rumour has it that they are planning to finance local initiatives in the area such as turning the local derelict factory in to a giant hotel.
 
 
My mother had seen an article in the local paper about their plans for expansion and that they had applied for a licence to build.
 
The Manor House where they had just moved in to had been unoccupied for a long time, as the previous resident Mrs.Lake had died a number of years ago having lived there for over 60 years.
 
She had been a widow for the past 20 years,her husband having died during world war 1 on the front line.
 
 
It is reputed that the old Manor House is haunted but not with the ghost of the dear old lady's passing,but of a sinister crook who stole money off the rich and poor alike he was a tax inspector could Jude.
 
He had lived in the Manor House  for the best part of 30 years during the beginning of the 19th century.
 
His notoriety was legendary in these parts, apparently he had met his death one night when some locals had become tired of him abusing their good nature and trust,they decided to take him forcibly to the woods where they hung him.
 
His body laid undiscovered for 3 days, nobody who knew about his death wanted to talk about it.
 
Those responsible simply went in to hiding, the 6 men and women who committed the crime were also hung as punishment for their crime.
 
 
After lunch we reconvened and decided to head out to the old factory.
 
We would also call in at the old manor house but security was very tight within the building,they liked to keep the premises locked up with an iron wrought gate so entering the grounds might prove difficult.
 
 
In our view now was the old factory, it was dilapidated building and there were rats running through the exposed front entrance.
 
The grass and weeds had become vastly over grown and there was still evidence that coffee had been processed in the old building,as there were still granules of the product on the floor.
 
"Stephen,Paul, Richard come over here look what I've found",I exclaimed,the others rushed to inspect what looked like an old pot buried in the ground, inside it there was a small cloth.
 
I noticed the scriptures on the outside of the broken pot,it was of Roman origin and then there was a shriek of excitement.
 
"Look at this !!!!!! Roman coins" we had discovered a hoard of coins probably 100 in quantity or more they must be worth an absolute fortune",I said in an excited voice.
 
 
It did seem strange that they should have laid undiscovered here for such a long time.
 
There was evidence that there had been some digging activity which had taken place nearby and that someone else or other people had been living within the confines of the old factory.
 
Just then I heard a voice and a figure appeared from outside of some bushes, it was an old man dressed in a scruffy coat like a tramp.
 
He immediately spotted us and then started to shout in an aggressive voice, "what are doing here kids get off my land", he snarled,before attempting to chase us.
 
We suddenly realised that we had left the pot containing the coins behind,in our haste for freedom.
 
 
Suddenly he slipped from our view and his voice went silent, on closer inspection it would appear that he had fallen in to a water hole which were common in this part of Kent.
 
I ran over to where I think he had disappeared to and sure enough there was this huge gaping hole in the field and I could just barely make out the moaning sound of a man in distress.
 
He was calling for help,I immediately ran to collect the coins and the old pot and asked Richard to go and get help the other two would go back with me to the shed.
 
 
The scene of this old man laying in the well brought it all back to me when last year we lost a dear friend Howard.
 
He had fallen in to a swamp in the woodlands and he quickly became trapped in the sinking sand which could kill a person in seconds,he was sucked under and his body was never recovered.
 
 
Eventually help arrived and a medic began to ask a few questions to the injured tramp.
 
He had evidently broken his leg and shoulder blade and would need a hoist to lift him out,a rope would not be enough if further injury was to be avoided.
 
 
He was carried out and thanked the medic for rescuing him before he was taken away to an awaiting ambulance.
 
Once the afternoons drama had passed we decided that we would visit the manor house in the evening if our parents aloud us out,it was still light at 9pmso it should not present too many problems.
 
We would reconvene at 7pm and in between this time would contemplate the events of the day,before returning to our respective families where we would have to remain tight lipped about our activities.
 
 
Dinner was served at 6pmand my father began to ask us all about our day and what we had got up to.
 
I went a little silent but mentioned playing out with my friends and picking a few summer fruits which mum had turned in to a nice pie.
 
 
My sister had gone to a hockey match during the afternoon in a local field, she had also picked a few flowers and wild herbs and had crushed them to create a nice fragrance.
 
 
The meal consisted of minute portions of lamb chops,carrots and mash potato, vegetables and fruit were in short supply nationally but we grew our own so it wasn't a problem.
 
 
I was becoming restless with anticipated excitement of the next part of the day and the impending visit to the manor.
 
However before then I would have to wait a while and ask for my parents permission to be out after dinner which was something that wasn't always allowed.
 
If my parents got wind of my involvement in this afternoons events and the subsequent accident involving the tramp,then maybe they would not be so agreeable in their decision to allow me to go out.
 
 
In any case the roman coins were now safely tucked up in the secure location of our shed which was locked and bolted with a padlock.
 
The time was now 6.45 pm and I still hadn't asked my parents, it was getting late as my friends would have expected me to arrive early at our designated location.
 
I plucked up the courage and came out with my request, "mum, dad can I go out for a while?",I enquired.
 
My dad dropped his paper somewhat surprised at the request before looking at my mum" where are you going son is it with your friends?" he queried".
 
"Yes dad it will only be for a short while",I said,mum then shook her head and replied.
 
"Well as long as you stay within the confines of the local street and just play Tig or one of those games you enjoy so much, then I don't see any harm can come from that"
 
 
Dad agreed and off I went but not in the location they had thought,I arrived at the Manor House with 3 very exasperated looking faces staring at me with disbelief "what took you so long Mike ?" Richard enquired "we've been here ages",he said.
 
They were observing the house,there had been no sign of life in the time they had been keeping watch.
 
However curiously there was a small light emanating from the garage, it was evident that a gas lamp was burning,which created a tiny silhouette on the outer building.
 
 
We had decided to stay out until 9pm then go home as time keeping was very important to parents.
 
They needed to know where their kids were and for how long to ensure their safety.
 
The time was now 8.30 pm and still there was no action,the iron wrought gate was 12 feet high and 8 feet wide in diameter and would take some negotiating,we decide not t go down that route tonight but just observe for now.
 
We were just about to leave the location when suddenly from nowhere a car pulled up and we quickly took cover in the nearby bushes.
 
The car was dark in colour and one could not identify the make or model on first inspection or how many people were aboard it.
 
 
After entering the driveway and locking the gate the driver parked it just in front of the main entrance to the Manor House.
 
Two adults got out of the vehicle along with one child and a small dog.
 
The first adult seemed to be carrying a large sack but it was impossible to say how big the sack was,safe to say there was something which seemed to wriggle about in the sack.
 
The three people then disappeared from our view and the door to the house was firmly shut.
 
"What do you make of that?",I exclaimed to the others, maybe they had kidnapped someone perhaps a child or maybe it was a very large fish which they had caught that evening in the local river.
 
Whatever it or who that person was we would have to wait until the following morning to investigate further.
 
We needed to return home to our respective families and get some sleep on the first day of our summer holidays.
 
it had been a day of incident and adventure and we would have to wait for the next exciting adventure to unfold in the days to come. 
 
 
 


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