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When I was a kid we got told a ghost story about a house near to where we lived, the house is across the road from the church at Aston in Sheffield.
The story goes like this.
Many years ago before Aston turned to a village there was only a few houses scattered around, the main house was a white house at the top of a lane that was across from the church.
The house I am talking about is the one pictured
Even though now it looks modern, growing up this house looked like a run down beet up house, the windows had the old style wood frames and the gate too were old and rusty.
The couple who lived there were said to be of money but could never have children, they owned the estate and had people working for them.
As time went on they tried for child but was never successful, this would cause arguments between the couple and the man went in to fits of rage.
This one night things went to far, as the argument got in to a physical fight, the lady of the house ran out of her bedroom and the man followed her.
They got to the top of the 2 flights of stairs and as she pushed him she fell backwards and down the first flight, as she got to the middle landing blood was flowing from her face.
and as she tried to get back up she put her bloody hand print on the wall the man followed her down the stairs but instead of helping her he pushed her down the final flight finishing the job and killing her.
The roomer has it that the blood stained wall from were she last placed her hand is still on the wall and that is why she is tied to the house walking the halls as a ghost forever.
even when painted the blood comes through to be shown again.
When I was about 8 my friends and I wanted to witness the ghost for ourselves, we all decided to camp in my mates garden wait until late and all the lights were of in his house to make our way to the house.
When we got there we stood looking in to the grounds of the house, even thinking about it now gives me goose bumps, we didn't see anything but it felt like we were getting watched.
A few years later while still a school we had a school fair, Hallam FM the radio station came to the school to do a bit on fund rasing for the community.
the story got told and they decided to take it one step further and go into the house to see if they could see the hand print for them selves.
As kids we all sat around the radio later that night to listen to the radio live while it happened to be told that there was no bloody hand print.
The ghost of the white house is known as the grey lady of Aston, and I shit you not. I still believe to this day that it is haunted.
thanks for reading.