An eerie, abandoned military base engulfed by nature and graffiti is now home to a local park.

This shifting North Carolina sand dune is an odd little desert surrounded by oceanic forest life.

The North Carolina grounds are leased in perpetuity to the British Commonwealth for as long as the WWII sailors are buried there.

Crammed into a Baltimore row house is an oddities shop that sells everything from skulls to dead insects.

The last holdout of a pre-Civil War rebel who took the matter of slavery into his own hands.

This advertisement for talcum powder was painted on the rock face and has since defied removal.

This beloved Baltimore spot features caged dolls, a giant Pez collection, and many, many mannequins.

At this former Prohibition speakeasy, electric birds signaled the arrival of hooch.

A 200-year-old bar with a cheeky name claims to have served Edgar Allan Poe his final drink.

A faded sign from the 1920s remembers Baltimore's resistance toward banning alcohol.