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Here's an old photo of the "Big House", the old William Scott mansion that used to stand on the grounds of camp Casa Mare in Seabrook, TX. It was built in 1910, and demolished by the Girl Scout council in 1992. They claim the house was too expensive to maintain, so they'd rather destroy it than seek alternatives. A real shame. It was a beautiful, historic old house.

Sadly this is the only photo I have of the mansion. I think it was taken in the late 80's. If you have any more photos of it, please let me know.

-- Kira

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#1
Posted by Jordan Czichos on Jul 23rd, 2009:
I have gone to Casa the past two years and there was also a ghost story there.
#2
Posted by Don Callier on Dec 27th, 2009:
I worked there as an electrician the summer of 1979 for about three months.The complex was under a large renovation including the main house,it was such a beautifull place i am sorry to here it is no longer there.
#3
Posted by martha lee on Feb 18th, 2010:
Seabrook (Galveston County)

Camp Casa Mare

Camp Casa Mare was formerly a privately owned mansion, and is now Girl Scout Camp Casa Mare. A young woman who lived in the home with her father near the shore is said to be very distraught over the loss of a lover. She waited, watching for him to return from the sea from her balcony every night until she met her untimely death and collided with the ground below. The mansion has since been torn down, and a mess hall built where it once stood. Some say if you stand in a circle around the spot where she died (it remains uncovered by buildings, but now lies under a tile mural of a star), she will pull at you from the center of the circle, so that everyone leans inward. Two campers supposedly died after falling in a well and being trapped. It has since been covered, but many report they still hear them screaming and clawing to get cut. Also, the dorm nearest to the shore is supposedly haunted (the dorm for those campers taking sailing). There are three showers, and when the first two are turned on, the third mysteriously turns on. Lights turn on and off and campers report hearing things.
#5
Posted by luciyahelan on Jun 28th, 2010:
The mansion has since been torn down, and a mess hall built where it once stood. Some say if you stand in a circle around the spot where she died (it remains uncovered by buildings, but now lies under a tile mural of a star), she will pull at you from the center of the circle, so that everyone leans inward. Two campers supposedly died after falling in a well and being trapped. It has since been covered, but many report they still hear them screaming and clawing to get cut. Also, the dorm nearest to the shore is supposedly haunted (the dorm for those campers taking sailing). There are three showers, and when the first two are turned on, the third mysteriously turns on. Lights turn on and off and campers report hearing things.
#6
Posted by TerrySchear on Feb 18th, 2011:
I stayed at Casa Mare several times during my years in Girl Scouts under Mrs. Phelps in Meadowbrook [Houston] Texas. It has always been the topic of many a discussion by me about my days in Girl Scouts. I have many wonderful memories of staying there with my girlfriends and scout leaders, and I am deeply saddened to hear of its demise. It is such a shame that such a wonderful mansion with such a wonderful history was torn down. I know that in the 60s, we were so excited when we found out our next camping trip would be at Casa Mare. I will never forget the peacocks that lived on the grounds. We would sit and tell ghost stories late at night and scare each other to death! We would sneak up to the 3rd floor at night scared to death of those ghosts, we would sit on the screened in porch and feel the salty night breeze and watch passing barge lights, we would canoe in the bay during the day, swim in the pool, hike around the area, have wonderful meals downstairs, and explore every inch of the house. I will never ever forget those wonderful days at Casa Mare! I am so glad I found your blog and a photo of the great house! I feel blessed to have been the generation who got to stay in the big house with all of Mrs. Phelp's and my friends!
#7
Posted by Lisa on May 21st, 2011:
I went to camp there probaby a couple years before the mansion was torn down. They said the salt water was eating at the metal rebar inside the concrete and campers werent allowed inside because the wood flooring was soft and deteriorating (much like spots in the Jim West mansion). Girl Scouts didn't have the money to restore it and I doubt they wanted to sell the camp to someone else who could. The rest of the ghost story is that there were actually two daughters and the one was in love with a captain. The story told was that the other sister was jealous and knocked or threw the other over the balcony. They told us this story as we all sat around the bloodspot where she died. There was supposedly also a musicbox that the captain gave her that was thrown into the water.
#8
Posted by Jennine Bennett on Jun 11th, 2011:
I was lucky enough to be a camp counsellor here, summer of 98. I had such a brilliant time i loved the camp the kids were brilliant and Texas is an amazing place. I wonder if they will ever do a reunion of all the ex counsellors lol shame I didn?t keep my Case Mare green polo and kaki shorts. Oh ps I never encountered the lady of the lake although we did hear the stories around the campfire.
#9
Posted by brooke on Jun 25th, 2011:
I just got back from a week long camping trip there and I loved it. There's a white small statue in the mess hall, supposedly if you touch it you'll get bad luck. The star that people talk about covering up the blood spot where the lady died isn't true, it's a compass. I stood in a circle around the compass with my friends and nothing happened to us....and what well is at the camp? I didn't see a well any where or hear of one being on the camps grounds. I loved it....and the food there is GREAT too:D
#10
Posted by Eleanor Densford on Aug 7th, 2011:

In 1972-73, I was the leader of an College age group of girls. We taught camping etc. to younger troops. The big house at Casa Mare had just had extensive renovations done to it and the San Jac. Council offered us an opportunity to decorate the house. We were thrilled for the opportunity and held a Council wide decorating contest with guidelines and budgets. We had a budget of $600.00 total to do the bedrooms. Someone had donated some antiques for the downstairs. We went up to the camp at an earlier time to measure and clean. We got to arrange the donated furniture and put out some decorative sailing items. Jr and Sr. High girls could enter the contest. We received dozens of entries and chose an winner for each of the 6 bedrooms and the 3rd floor loft . My girls did the shopping and scheduled a work weekend. All who had entered were invited to attend. About 30 girls accepted. We took the supplies to Casa Mare and the girls came in on Fri. It was a beautiful fall day when we arrived. We had enough money in our budget to go to Kemah to eat sea food and did. While we were gone a blue norther blew in and it was wet, windy, and cold. The wind howeled off the bay and we did sit around and tell the story of the girl who died. Then we relaxed and some of the girls went up to the 3rd floor to start painting and cleaning. I had taken 3 of my younger children with us and 2 older ones were at home. One of the scouts went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate. I heard her screaming and ran downstairs. She said she saw a mans face at the kitchen window. Because a caretaker lived at the camp I was not afraid and want out on the back porch. There I found my 2 other kids and a friend. Now we had three big boys to help us. So they got to stay. The next morning we painted the cots and murals on the walls and put out lots of Colorful linens, and decorations. The house looked beautiful. We took lots of pictures. These were made into slides and we got to appear on a KTRK morning show and tell all about our adventure. The House was 3 stories tall made of stone and stucco. It had screened sleeping porches off many of the bedrooms and a bath between each 2 bedroom set.there were extensive stone decks off the 1st floor front and a widows walk off the 3rd floor. A massive stone firplace was in the center of the building with large stairs cicling it up to all 3 floors. The 1st floor had a large dining hall and very large living room, and office and a bath and a kitchen. There was a back set of stairs also. The 2nd story had a center living area with the 6 bedrooms circling it. After the Scotts tragedy the house was sold to a group that turned it into a brothel. It was well known and long after it was closed, men would come up to it Thus a large fence and a caretaken were hired. There were many ghost stories associated with the house. A daughter did slip and fall. She was severly injured and later died but her sister was not involved. There were peacocks that lived there and their cries could be heard for a long way, thus the stories of the screams. I moved away in 1982 and was horrified to hear it had been torn down. My daughter lives in the area and drives by frequently. I do recall one of the scout leaders, that I knew who taught sailing there said that she stayed in the carriage house when she was there and could hear sounds like someone going up and down the stairs. One night she got up to check and felt someone behind her, when she turned to look she felt somone push her down the stairs. She always stayed in the dorms with the girls after that.Let me tell you with the peacocks screaming the winds whipping around the buildings and the sounds of crashing waves, It could be a wonderfully spookey place to visit. But the charm is gone with the old house. Ellie (Puddles)
#11
Posted by Kellye on Jun 22nd, 2012:
I can remember the "big house" like it was just yesterday that I spent at camp Casa Mare. I am a forty something now, but have truly enjoyed the trip down memory lane. I remember all of the stories and the sounds that used to make that house seem so spooky...thanks for posting this photo.
#12
Posted by Linda F on Jan 23rd, 2013:

This is the exact reason I boycott Girl Scout cookied to this day - and always will! Some things are more important than money. It broke my heart when I head the mansion was going to be torn down.
#13
Posted by Elizabeth Mireles on Jul 24th, 2013:
When I was little my Mother had a troop of cadets, (who became seniors) and I had the pleasure of camping there many times. They are some of my best memories of childhood. We marched and protested when they tore it down, and were all very devastated by the loss. I am pleased to hear so many great stories of "The Big House", especially Ellie's descriptions. Exactly how I remember it! We were daring, and would climb on the roof to sunbathe! I was 11 or 12, (I think lol) the last time I stayed there. I particularly remember the "House phones", a piping system that went throughout the house. You could be on the 3rd floor and call down to the kitchen by talking into the pipe. I also remember the Butler's stairs, and the cellar. We climbed down into it a few times, it was mostly dark, not much to see. We heard a story of Scouts that came before us who went into the cellar; they supposedly saw a baby doll and one doll shoe, and felt hands pulling them down. This was circa 1981-86. Best times camping ever. All the girls that were in my Mom's troop are like extended family still.
#14
Posted by kimb1982 on Sep 16th, 2013:
I went to Casa Mare (1979-1982) The two dorms were port and starboard. I remember a counselor by the name of Cricket, and we sang crazy songs like Eagle and the Hawk (John Denver) which became my fav and Jeep, which people look at me like I'm crazy when i sing it to this day lol. The Big House was awesome and we were told that she thought that she saw her lover and jumped to her death. Awesome memories.....wish my daughter could enjoy the same thing.
#15
Posted by janice on Oct 2nd, 2013:


I remember when I was there and heard the peacocks scram and I had been told those screams were from the little girl who had been held captive in the room upstairs. I was scared out of my wits.

I am now a fifth grade teacher, and I tell this story every year and my kids always love it.
#16
Posted by Polly Hairston on Nov 20th, 2013:
I went with my senior scout troop to Casa Mare in the early sixties. Our leader was Mrs. Leol Little of Houston. I never heard the ghost stories, but did hear the peacocks. I don't know if I might still have photos taken there, but I have great memories.
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