Ghost Stories of Harmonie Hall

I remain employed by the family who owns this fabulous and historical place called Harmonie Hall. I haven't been completely spooked out yet. Since I have begun working here, I have remained curious about it's history. While going about my daily routines, I often think about the people who built it and the history. I have the keys to this multi-roomed home and I am left to my own devices while manning the antique barn. The barn has no bathroom facilities, but the house does, thankfully. One afternoon I needed to use the bathroom, so I unlocked the side door and made my way through the labyrinth of rooms and hallways to the bathroom. Once I got there and closed the door, I began thinking about the house and I wondered about the people who once walked this labyrinth the way I just did, when I heard a dull thud which came from the center room. The electricity in the air was on the increase and I dreaded leaving the bathroom, but I still made note of the noise and tried to find it's source. As I made my way towards the sound, I noticed a framed paper that was once propped up against the wall, that was now leaning precariously against a desk item on the top of a bookcase. With the sense of something of mystery occurring, I went to prop it back into it's place and noticed it was a paper about the original owner of Harmonie Hall!




It seems as if the spirits of this place are beaconing me to know it's history somehow. I proceeded to read this fascinating true tale and learned many things. The house was built somewhere between the late 1700's to the early 1800's and was originally a very large farm. It became the "model farm" for all of NY. It consisted of hundreds of acres and was the kind of farm everyone dreamed of. I imagine it was lots of work for the family and it brought them fame and fortune. The man in the paper I saw was actually the son of the original owner and builder of this home, but he became the second owner and worked hard to make this farm house and farm estate one of the best in the country. He and his family are now buried in the cemetery that is located out back. I quickly propped the frame back into position and made a hasty retreat out the kitchen door.



Since I have been "invited" by the spirits of this place to learn about them, I have decided to visit the graves of those who worked and lived at the farm. One day after I closed up the shop, I walked to the front gate of the cemetery. You see, the family plots are so historical that they are fenced in with chain link, and gated. It is quite a walk to get to them. You must go to the front iron gates and open them, then walk all the way back in till you get to the stone wall. The stone wall is the same height all the way around and the only way in, is over the steps that go up the wall and then back down into the abyss of the graveyard. It is one of the most strangest graveyards I have visited. I truly felt odd, yet welcomed into this place. It seems so secret, yet so well seen from the outside. I now know where they rest and it is where they wanted to be for their final resting place, I am sure.