The legend of the "ground people" have been around since the 2nd version of Seattle was built after the Great Seattle Fire of 1889. This fire consumed the muck filled huts that passed as city houses of its time. The new city being built out of bricks and stone was built on top of the mucky left overs of Seattle pre-1889. The ground people have been rumored to of moved into the underground via sewage passages ways and tunnels meant to repair the underground structures that help support Seattle.
I was very interested in finding all I could about the "ground people" and the myths that consumed and shadowed them from the real world. So my adventure to confront one of these sub-humanoids began in near 1st ave. Everyone I spoke too told me I was insane and that the underground has been closed to the public. But I knew for the right price I could find a human trafficker that would smuggle me into this other worldly part of Seattle. I kept on with my search until I met a fellow by the name of "Jim Bridges".
Jim was a burly looking guy, a real mans man. He wasn't much for idle chit chat, straight to the point with this fellow. I informed him of my plans to interview a underground citizen of Seattle. He told me Bill Speidel did a tour still, I told him I don't want none of that safety first bull. I wanted the real dirty Seattle underground where the grounders live. He nodded and told me he could get me into this part of the city for a price, with that we parted for the day. I knew what I had to do and I did it, I sold my Honda Civic for $900 and called Jim up.
The venture to the Underground City was interesting, we found a manhole near Madison and slipped right in. We followed the sewer line for about 3 blocks until Jim pointed out a "door" that looked more like a piece of plywood stood up over a hole. But I decided this guy must know what he's doing if he has the courage to take $900 from me and lead me into a sewer line.
We walked for over 30 minutes until I noticed that the cement had turned to muck and the smell of old condoms and fart had wore off. I was stunned by the structors I was seeing, these weren't the old buildings that "burnt". These were new town homes and luxury mansions built underground out of the trash from above. Jim pointed me to a circular building and told me that is where I should start first, he then gave me a little nudge and walked away.
I made my way to the building, slowly but surely I walked up the steps. I felt myself trembling waiting to see what these "grounders" looked like. I found myself crying as I reached for the door knob made out of a pepsi can. As I opened the door I heard it, a loud screech. They were there, the grounders the people of legends and myths. I got to see them but for a split second before one of them hit me with a 2x4. When I awoke I was in a rusted tube with cold ice and mud all over me, my side was in so much pain and my pants and wallet were gone.
I'm not sure what exactly happened after the grounders attacked me but I do know this one day I will make my way back into the undergrounds and find my attacker and give him a what for.
All characters are made up, this story is not true and is purely for entertainment hope you enjoyed it.