1988-1991 List "Murder" Mansion, 3300 Todville Rd. Seabrook, TX
Photos of the interior of Todville Mansion, a butt-ugly brick house along Todville Road, which ran along Galveston Bay from Seabrook halfway to La Porte, Tx.
It deserves a mention because its owner, one Bill List, was murdered there. List made a fortune selling or renting trailers for hauling pipeline sections during the 1960s-70s oil boom, and built his dream house on a lot about 300 feet wide and 1000 feet deep, running from Todville Rd to Galveston Bay. It was a single structure that looked like a 1950s factory from the side and contained two sections of living area, each easily the size of a modern McMansion, joined by an atrium with a pool and garden.
List liked to pick up male runaways and hustlers from Montrose, along lower Westheimer, in Houston, and take them back to his place. Some were to share his bed and some just to look after the place. Basically they were like he was before Fortune smiled on him for awhile. One day in 1984, one of the kids killed List with a shotgun as List came home.
The place was available for years afterward but nobody would buy it. Some developers picked it up and hired various caretakers--stoners, rock and rollers, angry white guys looking for excuses to shoot trespassers, and even a nice family or two.
Some time in the mid 1990s, the place caught fire and was demolished. Now a half-dozen condos occupy the land.
Sometime between 1988 and 1991, a friend and I drove up the long driveway and parked on the coast side, so the car couldn't be seen from the road or by neighbors. We sneaked in the back gate somehow and ran through the house taking pictures (hence the blurriness on some). The place looked like it was in between caretakers, so it didn't look occupied, but it didn't look trashed either. The section facing Todville was locked I think. There are loads of ghost stories connected with the place now, but then, in broad daylight, it looked exactly like what it was--a derelict house.
There's a Facebook group, I think, for people who used to live in the house while its owners tried to figure out what to do with it, and for people like me who sneaked in and maybe got caught by cops called by the neighbors. Cops were always the biggest worry. Happily for my friend and me, we got away, but a few moments after we pulled back onto Todville, a police car passed us in a hurry, going the other direction. I couldn't tell if he was answering a burglary call at the mansion, but I didn't stick around to find out.
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ageing accozzaglia says:
It was a supremely depressing, tacky, hideous place. When I read postings online now lamenting its demise, it's totally absurd: the place was a depressing compound that should never have been "dreamt" of in the first place. It showed no imagination or foresight — just a crass display of spending money. That the property wasn't sold and restored comes as no surprise at all. It was a loss from the start.