Rodney Street Ghost - List of Events:
McKenzie’s back story: A Victorian railway engineer, has made and lost fortunes through business and gambling. An ardent atheist who has hated God ever since his sweetheart died of a fever.
Madison’s back story: This is the devil himself, he preys on the weak such as McKenzie.
Foggy cold Sunday Night Liverpool Rodney Street. 1871.
See William James McKenzie walking briskly underneath the flickering yellow lamps.
An old doctor is leaving his practice and locks the door.
On the street the doctor sees McKenzie approaching and is terrified.
The doctor recognizes McKenzie from 20 years before.
Mckenzie was the doctor’s patient.
He knows this is the ghost of a dead man.
Doctor crosses the road but McKenzie calls after him.
“Ha…..Brocklebank is next”
McKenzie’s ghost walks straight through the cemetery wall.
The doctor sees the ghosts face it is …..Horrible. (needs description)
The doctor stumble into his friend’s house, Brocklebank, tells him the story of his sighting then what the ghost shouted.
Brocklebank starts to tell McKenzie’s story as they sit near the fireplace. Brocklebanks house is very grand. He is obviously very wealthy.
“ I remember James McKenzie, he was born old and crooked.
He was involved with the early railways and Stevenson’s rocket.
However there was a sad side to him in that he was a compulsive gambler. He made….and lost fortunes.
He was also an ardent atheist.
He burned his bible when his childhood sweetheart was killed in a train accident.
They say he stole dead bodies from their grave to sell to the medical schools in Scotland.
He needed money that badly to feed his gambling habit.
In 1850 McKenzie became aquainted with a mysterious man known only as Mr. Madison.
Madison was the sharpest poker player and after several games, which Madison of course won they arranged to meet up and play through the night.
Mckenzie lost everything to Madison, his money his business, his home.
As McKenzie got up to leave, Madison offered him ‘double or quits’
One last game.
McKenzie said that he was now penniless and had nothing left to gamble.
Madison suggested playing for McKenzie’s soul.
McKenzie declined and said
“ I think I know who you are”
Madison said that if McKenzie was truly an atheist he had nothing to lose.
A man who did not believe in the creator did not believe that he had been given a soul.
McKenzie was too proud and stubborn to acknowledge the existence of the almighty and agreed to play one last game in a bid to win back all his worldly goods.
Madison won.
Mckenzie fell to his knees in fear
Madison laughed and told him
“fear not I will take your soul until you are in the grave”
See the little pyramid on Rodney Street
Brocklebank explains still sitting near the fire.
“as long as McKenzie is above the ground and not in his grave the devil cannot take his soul, but because McKenzie rejected eternal rest with God he must walk the Streets of Liverpool until judgement day.”
the old doctor asks Brocklebank if he himself had ever actually met Mr Madison.
Brocklebank becomes uneasy and stares blankly into the fire.
“ You don’t think I got all this through hard work do you…But I’ll have the Devil to pay when my time comes.
Madison’s back story: This is the devil himself, he preys on the weak such as McKenzie.
Foggy cold Sunday Night Liverpool Rodney Street. 1871.
See William James McKenzie walking briskly underneath the flickering yellow lamps.
An old doctor is leaving his practice and locks the door.
On the street the doctor sees McKenzie approaching and is terrified.
The doctor recognizes McKenzie from 20 years before.
Mckenzie was the doctor’s patient.
He knows this is the ghost of a dead man.
Doctor crosses the road but McKenzie calls after him.
“Ha…..Brocklebank is next”
McKenzie’s ghost walks straight through the cemetery wall.
The doctor sees the ghosts face it is …..Horrible. (needs description)
The doctor stumble into his friend’s house, Brocklebank, tells him the story of his sighting then what the ghost shouted.
Brocklebank starts to tell McKenzie’s story as they sit near the fireplace. Brocklebanks house is very grand. He is obviously very wealthy.
“ I remember James McKenzie, he was born old and crooked.
He was involved with the early railways and Stevenson’s rocket.
However there was a sad side to him in that he was a compulsive gambler. He made….and lost fortunes.
He was also an ardent atheist.
He burned his bible when his childhood sweetheart was killed in a train accident.
They say he stole dead bodies from their grave to sell to the medical schools in Scotland.
He needed money that badly to feed his gambling habit.
In 1850 McKenzie became aquainted with a mysterious man known only as Mr. Madison.
Madison was the sharpest poker player and after several games, which Madison of course won they arranged to meet up and play through the night.
Mckenzie lost everything to Madison, his money his business, his home.
As McKenzie got up to leave, Madison offered him ‘double or quits’
One last game.
McKenzie said that he was now penniless and had nothing left to gamble.
Madison suggested playing for McKenzie’s soul.
McKenzie declined and said
“ I think I know who you are”
Madison said that if McKenzie was truly an atheist he had nothing to lose.
A man who did not believe in the creator did not believe that he had been given a soul.
McKenzie was too proud and stubborn to acknowledge the existence of the almighty and agreed to play one last game in a bid to win back all his worldly goods.
Madison won.
Mckenzie fell to his knees in fear
Madison laughed and told him
“fear not I will take your soul until you are in the grave”
See the little pyramid on Rodney Street
Brocklebank explains still sitting near the fire.
“as long as McKenzie is above the ground and not in his grave the devil cannot take his soul, but because McKenzie rejected eternal rest with God he must walk the Streets of Liverpool until judgement day.”
the old doctor asks Brocklebank if he himself had ever actually met Mr Madison.
Brocklebank becomes uneasy and stares blankly into the fire.
“ You don’t think I got all this through hard work do you…But I’ll have the Devil to pay when my time comes.
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