This rustic cabin, outfitted with gun slits, was once home to John D. Tewksbury, patriarch of the bloodiest family feud in American history.

Thousands of Mexican Free-Tailed Bats soar around an abandoned storm drain at sunset each summer.

In this small Phoenix taxidermy emporium, you can find everything from a squid in a jar to a freeze-dried toad.

The installation’s official name, “You Who Are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies,” says it all.

Mexican food and folk art.

A little barn in the middle of the city preserving Hollywood treasures since 1985.

Venue for strange sideshow displays and musical acts.

This iconic L.A. bookshop is housed in an abandoned bank—both symbolic and chic.

Private collection of art inspired by cabinets of curiosity.

A beautiful 62-acre Catholic shrine and botanical garden.

An emporium for the weird, creepy, rare, and just plain gross.

The seamy, underground secrets of Portland's criminal past.

Once a purveyor of Santeria supplies, religious products , and household sundries, now closed.

The largest collection of two headed animals in the world.

Gift shop offering toe tags and chalk body beach towels tucked into a coroner's office.

A macabre tour of Hollywood’s deadly history.

The hotel room where Janis Joplin tragically died has now become a makeshift shrine to the singer.

A shrine to a skeleton saint in the city of angels.

This brightly made over hotel hides decades of suicide, serial killers, and mysterious deaths.

The remains of the first punk club in L.A.

"Looks so real, it's scary!"

A faux European lane smack dab in downtown L.A.

World-famous, Pink's still manages to keep its prized cult fetish status.

A library of rare occult books in Los Angeles.