Ian's Gang: Something Evil

By Ian Kidd

In the exciting premiere of season 2 of Ian's Gang, innocent young lives are lost in a tragic accident in the small village of Stoney Mead. One of the victims is the sister of new Ian's Gang member Charlotte Smith - but upon returning home for her sister's funeral, she discovers the deaths may have been no accident and the entire town is in a grip of fear held by a group of sinister monks with unnatural powers...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ian Kidd
• Release date: Sep 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301114511

Ian Kidd

I grew up in South Yorkshire, England, before emigrating to South Australia at the age of sixteen. My writing ambitions began as a child, when I became notorious in my class for writing short horror stories that would probably have them calling in the child psychologists nowadays! I have written everything from non-fiction ebooks to published short fiction, and served as script editor on two proposed horror feature film scripts for an LA based director. In terms of fiction I have written dozens of novellas, including more than 70 stories in the "Ian's Gang" sci-fi adventure series. I still live in Queensland, where I work as a freelance writer.

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IAN'S GANG - SOMETHING EVIL

BY

IAN KIDD

Ian’s Gang (c) Ian Kidd 2012

Published by Smashwords

IAN'S GANG

Are:

Ian Williams

Matthew Parker

Banix

Steve Botham

Robert Stevens

Philip Vasquez

Dean Jones

Charlotte Smith

PART ONE

CHAPTER ONE

In the village of Stoney Mead, time passed slowly. There was no need for haste, rush, panic. It was an orderly, peaceful, almost idyllic lifestyle, and had been for centuries.

But in the past few months, things had changed. The monastery overlooking the village, abandoned for centuries, had suddenly become inhabited by monks from...somewhere. The lifestyle had begun to change. Suddenly haste, rush, panic were the order of the day, and the peaceful, pleasant atmosphere had become stifling, almost threatening. The village students hadn't liked this change, nor the monks' arrival that had pushed their study place from the luxurious space of the monastery to the hopelessly cramped surroundings of Stoney Mead's tiny library. The students had protested fiercely, and been ignored by everyone. But the monks had noted their anger, and as they made their way slowly and quietly to the library, showing nothing but their oppressive brown cloaks, it seemed they intended to do something about it...

Charlotte Smith walked cheerfully down the street to Ian's Gang Base, whistling a happy tune. Clad in a white T-shirt and yellow shorts, her long golden hair flowing freely down her back, she cut a striking pose, attracting a few wolf-whistles from some brick-layers on the opposite side of the street. She grinned at them, blowing them kisses. They hooted their approval. Charlotte swigged down the last of her Coke, threw it in the waste bin, and entered Ian's Gang Base.

Charlotte entered the lounge, smiling happily. The gang were making a concerted effort not to look at her, even Dean, and succeeding admirably (especially considering her appearance). What's up? she chirped. There was no response, only an uneasy shuffling of feet. Come on, Charlotte stopped smiling, what's going on? You found out about my sordid past life in Playboy or something? Dean looked at her sharply. Just kidding, Charlotte said hurriedly. Dean looked away again. What's going on? she cried in frustration.

The inner door opened and Ian entered the room. Ah, Char, he greeted her, rather subdued, could I have a word with you, please?

Sure, Charlotte was becoming slightly worried now, and followed him from the room.

Ian led Charlotte into the study, closing the door after her. Er...Char...

Ian, what is it? Charlotte asked desperately.

Ian looked into her eyes. I've got some bad news, he said gravely. There was a phone call, from your mother. Charlotte held her breath. She – she didn't want to tell you herself, Ian continued.

Please, Ian, Charlotte said softly, tell me.

Your sister was on the school bus, Ian told her. There was a crash. I'm sorry Char but there were no survivors. I'm really sorry.

Charlotte swallowed. I see, she said, desperately trying to keep her composure. So...Alyce is dead, yes?

Yes, Ian replied quietly.

Could you leave me, please Ian? Charlotte asked. Please?

Of course, Ian left the room and Charlotte's composure crumbled. Tears flowed down her face, and she sobbed fitfully, collapsing into a chair, her head in her hands.

Outside the room, Ian heard her grieving. He shook his head sadly, and walked away.

It was an hour or so later that Charlotte emerged with puffed-up cheeks and red eyes.

You okay? Dean asked.

Charlotte nodded weakly. Ian - the funeral...

Ian nodded. I've arranged it. You pick up your ticket and go on the six o'clock train. Be with your family. Take as long as you need.

Charlotte smiled feebly. Thanks, Ian, she left the room.

Where is her home town? Dean asked, pulling out a map of England.

What's it called?

That's no use, Ian told him. Stoney Mead isn't even on the map.

Charlotte handed the ticket to the train guard. He checked it, nodded, handed it back and ushered her aboard. Charlotte made it to her seat, collapsed on it with her two suitcases, and closed her eyes.

It was going to be a long trip.

CHAPTER TWO

Charlotte stepped off the train into the darkness. It was about half a mile to Stoney Mead, and she could see the house lights across the field in the distance. Taking a breath, Charlotte began making her way over the long blades of grass...

Stoney Mead looked serene as a tired and weary Charlotte finally entered the little village. The quiet, deserted streets were bathed in an orange glow from the street lamps on either side, and it seemed both peaceful and strange. To a newcomer