In the grounds of St. Andrews Church in Rodney Street, Liverpool is a strange Pyramid that is reputed to be haunted.
The tomb holds the body of Liverpool's most infamous gambler William Mackenzie. Mackenzie in his desire to secure a winning Poker hand promised his soul to the devil. He won the game but fell ill shortly after. Fearful that his pact would become reality he used his winnings to have this special tomb erected and within it placed his card table and chair. Upon his death he left instructions to be entombed sitting at the table holding the winning cards. Mackenzie reckoned that by being so interred his faustian pact could not be completed and his soul would remain secure.
His ghostly shade has been seen in the area, according to Tom Slemen, a noted authority on ghosts and unusual happenings in Liverpool. He penned an ode to MacKenzie:
THE RODNEY STREET SPECTRE
By Tom Slemen
In the tranquil hush of a misty night
The Rodney Street Spectre leaves his tomb
And glides forlornly by a lamppost's light
To seek the ghost of Veronica Bloom.
William James McKenzie died in eighteen-fifty
But was never laid beneath the ground
He had made a fortune by being thrifty
His money's all gone now but McKenzie's still around.
Behind the walls of his pyramid tomb
His skeleton sits at a playing card table
Until the Day of Judgement looms
In a mouldy topper and suit of mourning sable
For McKenzie lost his soul in a poker game
But the Devil didn't take it straight away
He said he'd wait till McKenzie's time came
When the Scotsman was laid out in his grave.
The crafty gambler stated in his will
That his body must never be laid in soil
And so the canny Scotsman cheated the Devil
And avoided Hell where condemned souls boil.
And now McKenzie roams at dusk
Longing for a lady he was foresworn to marry
But Veronica Bloom has long turned to dust
Until the Second Coming, McKenzie must tarry.
I must admit to never seeing him though.
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