I have gone to Casa the past two years and there was also a ghost story there.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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

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)