The sleek metal halls rang with the silence. Trish wasn't sure how she'd made it this far. Everything had fallen into place almost seamlessly. The guards were gone on break for a minute, the cameras were being maintenanced -- Flawless. Her steps seemed to echo through the halls like thunder and she was baffled no one had come to arrest her by now. Just weeks ago this place had been crawling with people and they'd all be incarcerated.

This was Area 51 after all.

So far she'd been royally disappointed, she had pictured the security being like something out of a Mission Impossible movie only grander and more elaborate. She looked around a corner her fierce ebony hair making her stand out amidst the immaculate hallways. A smirk danced onto her lips as her cinnamon hands brushed over a door knob. What lay behind each door was a tantalizing mystery begging to be discovered.

She looked down the halls again.

Nothing.

She clasped the handle of the immense room and turned it. The door hissed open slowly like it had been sealed with an airlock. Nothing had a keypad or even a lock it seemed, was this all a hoax? This was too easy.

The room was empty. It was then the notion struck her. Area 51 had been raided yesterday, they probably took what aliens they could and holed up in some secondary base even more well hidden than the first. This place was a ghost town because no one was here. Figures she would miss the party by trying to be sneaky and wait until the crowds were gone.

Trish slammed the door and began to stalk back down the hall fuming at her own stupidity.

"Next time..." She muttered to herself when she heard something behind her, an uncanny echo. Her heart tripped over itself before she forced herself to turn around. It was like looking in a mirror, only her rich brown eyes were iridescent cobalt.

"What...are you?" Trish managed to say.

"What are you?" The dopple ganger giggled with a crooked smile.

Trish began to back away and the mirror image advanced before she ran her converses sliding like butter on a hot pan over the metal floors.

She stopped and looked back down the hall. It was gone. She took a deep breath before noticing a sinister slimy substance coming around the corner, it began to rise taking on a semblance of a corporeal form before heaving with breath and taking the form of her again a smile playing on its lips.

Trish ran and it laughed slithering after her. She felt herself slipping even as she heart raced with the effort of running. She found a closet and locked herself inside pulling out her phone. It rang, and rang...

"Hello?"

"Cil! You have to help me!"

"What's going on Trish? Are you in trouble?"

"I'm in Area 51 and there's this alien it looks just like --!"

There's a sound like molten mud bubbling and slurping.

"...me..."

She looked down her heart clenching with horror as she watched it form and choke to life nose to nose now.

"Trish? Trish?!"

She dropped the phone, it opened its mouth, the smile, like a shattered mirror. The fangs in its mouth the shards of glass, a howl emanating from someplace deep within the beast, this extra terrestrial was hungry and Trish was looking delicious.