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Haunted Keepers ([info]haunted_keepers) wrote,
@ 2007-12-02 21:42:00

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City Information and History



Seattle
As far as cities go, Seattle is fairly young. Founded and settled little more than one hundred and fifty years ago, a village built on hills, hope, and a good dose of water. The village quickly grew, expanding out from those first businesses and homes, those in the district now called Pioneer Square.

The intense growth was like a tidal wave washing over the land… a move so forceful not even The Great Fire of 1889 could still it.

The inferno was devastating… 33 blocks, 116 acres, leveled. The death toll was unknown. Officially it was said that none had died, but those number reflected those who belonged to “society”, not those who lived on the fringe or otherwise had removed themselves or were removed from society. For those who know where to look is the evidence of many who lost their lives that night. Natives, orphans and run-aways, derelicts and vagabonds (some deranged, Sanitariums had no room for the penniless in those day), drug addicts, prostitutes, and the list goes on. “Only a few million rats.” Was what the papers said. Rats… right.

The Underground
Those left alive suffered the loss of their homes and businesses, and were left with the task of rebuilding. And rebuild they did… right on top of the old town and all that mess. It seemed the perfect solution for a town too often plagued with flooding and rats and other vermin. New buildings were erected in place of the old, most with basement access at the subterranean level to accommodate and keep their businesses open even during the rebuild.

When all was complete, the basement levels were completely submerged, accessed through dimly lit tunnels. It became a haven for drug users, prostitutes, and other more dangerous types. Most avoided the underground, or at least said they did, but many couldn’t resist the draw of the businesses that continued to operate there under a waning public scrutiny.

Fifteen years after the fire the tunnels were suddenly closed off from the public. The plague was the cited reason, but murmurs and speculation grew of the “blood sports” that went on down below. Men and women dying in increasing high numbers, and those not dead typically delirious, deranged, mad out of their mind, and pale and marked with bloody holes. There was a plague alright, many whispered, but not the kind of any typical disease.

Closed or not, the businesses still operated. Most after all, preferred it be completely hidden. Gambling houses, whores houses, flop houses, opium houses, and any other “houses” you could think of. Not all who lived or operated underground were criminals. Many were drifters, vagabonds, gypsies, or bohemians, orphans, or any other number of homeless… all better unseen as public opinion went.

And still the killings continued. Some were typical, human violence… knives and the like, used in self-defense sometimes, theft other times. Some deaths however, were far from ordinary… the bite marks, the maulings, other mysterious causes none could ever explain.

And always, were the reminders of the dead. Ghosts of lives lost too soon and so violently.

The Towers
Many of the buildings closed off all access to and from their basements when the orders came, but not all were so compliant. Some had very good reason not to. The Old Town Towers was one such building. After all, many of their residents liked that underground access. Many paid quite nicely to make sure that access would remain.



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Old Town Towers
Dimitri, Justine

Space Needle


University of Washington


UW Medical Center
Chris

Westlake Center


Convention Center

Smith Tower

Woodland Park Zoo

Seattle Aquarium

Pacific Science Center

Library

Seattle Art Museum

Experience Music Project

Chinatown

Uwajimaya

Quest Field

Safeco Field

Pike Place Market

Seattle Ferry

Pioneer Square

Alki Beach

Discovery Park

Gasworks Park

Ballard Locks

Showbox

Paramount Theater

Dick's Drive In

Metropolitan Grill

Canlis

Buca Di Beppo

Wild Ginger

Dimitriou's Jazz Alley

Pyramid Alehouse

Alibi Room

Lava Lounge

Club Noc Noc

Neighbours Nightclub

Mercury Nightclub

Lusty Lady

Belltown Billiards

Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe


Underground Seattle


Chroma
Justine

Théâtre du Macabre
Drystan

Barking Spider Tavern
Maggie, John, Bastian


Le Chabanais (below city)
Rei

Vivant Boutique
Chloe
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