Area 51: The Real Truth.

I snuck around the premesis of the building, pressing my body to the hard concrete. I glanced at the large “51” painted in white on the building, making sure I was in the right place. The fact that I had gotten onto the premesis was a miracle in itself; that’s a story for another time. I was staying on the opposite side of the building that the guard was on. I grasped the door handle; locked again. I grinned as I grasped the key card in my back pocket. I flipped it out and unlocked it. I had gotten it from a guard I had... in short, wounded. It involved an extremely large book and the fact that the gard was asleep.

Really, people seem to think that the security here is much better than it really is. The keypad glowed green and beeped loudly. I froze, making sure no one had heard it. I heard no running footsteps, shouting. I tentatively opened the door and scanned the area. It seemed okay. No booby traps in sight, although hiding is what they’re good at. I took a step forard, then another.

Soon, I was walking swiftly through the pristine hallways. Most of the rooms were empty. I guess they haven’t found as much as people believe, I thought to myself.

My footsteps were the only sound to be heard as I walked through the empty halls. Finally, in Hallway 17D, it got interesting. I poked my head into several different labs, finding ne discoveries in each one. The first one had millions of test tubes, each filled with a different colored goo. All of the slimes were glowing flourcent colors. I wanted to touch one so badly, but I saw a sign next to all of the test tubes. It read: DO NOT TOUCH! Toxins may be fatal. DO NOT TOUCH! I decided to obey the sign. I backed out the door, shutting it softly behind me.

The next room contained a collection of stun guns, tranquelizer darts, and tazers. a chill ran down my spine. I would not want to be the subject of their fury.

I moved on from that room quickly. I followed the hall to the next door. This one had a number of cages and terrariums. This is it, I thought, this is where I figure out what is really in Area 51. I walked silently inside, pressing my face against the glass of one of the terrariums. I couldn’t see anything through the darkness, except for a few specks of flourescent blue goop. I studied the terrarium itself carefully. The top had a small looking glass on top. I put my eye to it and gasped.

The blue was not goop at all. There were tiny creatures milling around in the little blue specks, which were, in fact, homes or villaiges for them. I pulled back, fascinated, and walked to the next cage.

I would call what I saw a bird... but not. It had the build of a bird, but it was flourescent purple. When it opened it’s eyes, I saw that it had black pupils and irises, and where the whites of its eye should’ve been was red. Not like I went to bed too late for the past two months, more like I’m evil and most likely posessed. It cocked its head at me, movements too quick and robotic.

Out of nowhere, it jumped accross the cage at my face. I leapt backwards, startled. Instead of sqwaking, it let out a loud alarm-like bleeping. I plugged my ears with my fingers and sprinted out to the hallway. Most likely alerted by the bird’s noise, I could hear footsteps and raised voices, all getting closer. I ran in the opposite direction, following the glowing EXIT signs.

I burst out of the last set of doors, and ran off of the grounds. I had seen a lot, but still, most of Area 51 remained a mystery.