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hysterical_writings t1_j1j30wq wrote

"I guess you were right," I said out loud, more for myself than anyone else. "Told you" Matt replied.

The lake house that I was worried about looked really decrepit. The windows had spiderwebs running from it to the ground. The wood looked really worn down and had many small cracks. Almost like when a cracked window.

No one was going to know that we snuck in here or were spending a few days here. Me, Matt, Elsa, and Faye.

The inside looked nice and the lights inside worked. We drank the beers we brought and told each other stories about what we did over a christmas break.

At some point Matt he had to use the washroom, but he never came back. We went to cautiously look for him. We knew he was the kind of person to pop up from behind his hiding spot and scare us.

Behind one corner a large figure in a hockey mask jumped out and it had a large electric chain saw. I felt like I lost every ounce of strength. Fay keeled over and started throwing up. Elsa who was next to me, just pulled me by the arm, turning me around, and ran. We ran straight to to front door but it seemed to be locked.

We then thudded up the stairs, ran into one of the rooms and hid in the closet. We were both heavily panting, hoping that the wind outside was louder than us. Hoping his environmentally friendly chain saw was still on and louder than our pants. We could hear the creaking on the stairs, he was taking his time, was he doing that to torture us?

He walked into the room and walked around before standing in front of the closet and then walking away. We could hear the footsteps starting to creak down the hall.

We could only look at one another now. Unsure of what to do. At some point, I couldn't tell if this was seconds or half and hour later, but we mad a break for the stair and then into the kitchen.

I then threw a chair threw the window before cracking it open. I smashed it a few more times trying to get a bigger opening. And we both jumped through. We ran towards the bridge but at the same time, we noticed it was gone. We turned around and the large figure with dark splatters just casually walked out the door and towards. Faye just held my hand, and I hers. Knowing we were to weak and cold to go any further. But then the figure was ran over out of nowhere buy a tank. It seemed to have been traveling in a straight line, but we were to preoccupied to notice.

And the latch opened, "comrade, I think we hit something." the man said with a strong accent.

"Was it another one of our guys?" said the voice from within the tank

"I don't know."

"was it anyone important" he asked.

"I don't think so" said the man.

"good, we can still make it to the white house undetected" he said.

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hysterical_writings t1_j1tvqlx wrote

Replying to MadMusicNerd (#1,052,257)

I was thinking that all the agents/soldiers had to be poorly skilled. Who would suspect goofy idiots to be secret soviet spies? Or they had sleeper agents, but they're all old/senile.

They were also able to get tanks into the country by sending them piece by piece or just built make shift ones.

In the end, although the americans were surprised at first, they ultimate demolished this poor force.

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