Many decades ago there was a farmer who lived in Beaumont.
The man decided to build himself a house.
After the farmer passed away, the house was turned into a brothel.
The Beaumont Brothel.
Updated 2/11/2020 – Many clientele visited the brothel on a weekly basis.
During the 1980s, Lamar University decided to purchase the dilapidated home and transform it into a fraternity house.
As students took assigned rooms, they began to notice that something about the house was strangely amiss…
Many of them began to see doors open and close, seemingly by themselves.
Some of the brothers began to report hearing someone knock on their bedroom door—only to find nobody in the hall.
Puzzled, the students began to refer to the spirit by the name Chester.
When Troy began school at Lamar University, he decided to join the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity and move into the house.
He had heard nothing about Chester the ghost until after he moved in.
Troy had always been a skeptic when it came to the supernatural.
But everything changed one fateful night, when the boys of Sigma Phi Epsilon decided to have a party.
“It was a few days before Halloween, and we decided to throw a Halloween party at the house,” Troy recalled.
One of the older brothers had purchased a keg, and the house quickly became crowded with Lamar students, all dressed in various costumes.
One of my classmates arrived, and it was someone that I had been wanting to ask out for a few weeks.
After I saw her walk into the house, I immediately retreated into the kitchen and poured myself a generous glass of whiskey,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed.
“I spent time talking and hanging out with her, but I still couldn’t work up the nerve to ask her out.
Where There’s Smoke…
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“I kept sneaking back into the kitchen to get more whiskey.
By my fifth time I did it, I suddenly realized that I was incredibly intoxicated.
I poured myself a cup, and felt woozy.
“I remember that I knocked the cup over onto the counter and stumbled to the floor.
By that time the keg was pretty much empty, and people began to file out of the house,” he said.
“I wanted to find my crush and finally ask her out, but in the back of my mind I knew that I was too drunk.
“I sat on the floor of the kitchen, and I must have fallen asleep.
The next thing I remember, I woke up still on the floor, and there was a young man leaning over me, dressed in clothes that looked straight out of the early 1900s.
I didn’t recognize him, but Lamar is a big university.
“Without a word the young man gestured that I get to my feet and that’s when I began to notice that the kitchen had filled with thick gray smoke.
The man kept gesturing to the doorway, as if telling me to hurry up.
As I stood up, I realized that the cup of whiskey I had knocked over had made contact with a still smoking cigarette left on the counter.
“I had accidentally started a fire,” Troy grimaced.
“I followed the young man out of the kitchen and called for one of my brothers to retrieve the fire extinguisher we kept in the hall.
One of them grabbed it and marched into the kitchen and quickly put out the flames, and while everyone else followed suit, I watched the young man who had saved my life walk straight into a wall and disappear.
“It wasn’t until that moment that I realized the resident ghost of Beaumont was real.
Chester had saved my life.”
