A pyramidal grave. How could you not make a ghost story about it?
William McKenzie's tomb is a fine example of history that never fails to catch your eye. Its a curious hunk of mystery sitting amidst weeds and dereliction on Rodney Street. According to legend (ie- it's bullshit), infamous gambler McKenzie sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for a poker win. On becoming ill, he feared he might have made a rash decision and so requested that upon his demise, instead of being buried, he be entombed sat at a table holding his winning cards.
Now of course I don't believe in ghosts but the temptation to smash open this tomb to see if he really is sat there can be almost overwhelming.
I also love how rubbish the Devil is in these kinds of stories. Gone is the calculating and ambitious Supreme Lord of Darkness and instead we have a sneaky trickster getting caught out by an unwritten technicality, in this case the wording of the deal. McKenzie only agreed his soul would be Lucifer's upon 'his burial'.
In the story, he wasn't actually buried. Ergo, no soul for you Satan. Tee hee! read more