Three and a half miles of cliffs, rocky beaches, Gilded Age mansions and 40 Steps to nowhere in particular.

For 20 years, this whale skeleton has been slowly dripping oil on the floor of the museum where it hangs.

Built to bless whalers before their voyages, this Massachusetts church now features a ship-shaped pulpit.

Books bound in human skin and H. P. Lovecraft's letters are among a few of the treasures this library has to offer.

A 19th century library favored by Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft, known by locals as "the Ath."

This rare triple-jurisdiction drawbridge passes through Virginia, Maryland, and Washington, D.C.

This museum devoted to the gothic author holds such interesting ephemera as his socks and walking stick.

Within this lovely Richmond cemetery lie the remains of famous Virginians and some of Edgar Allan Poe's most beloved family and friends.

An alternate history park where the Union Army loses the war... to dinosaurs.

A surreal statue honoring Prague's favorite literary son.

An eerie smiling woman looms above the granite tombstones.

Eulogizing an unknown man's unusual demise.

A Victorian cemetery in the heart of Brooklyn remains a popular mecca of morbid curiosity.

A blank headstone topped with a pile of pennies marks the final resting place of the infamous assassin.

At Washington's Dulles Airport is a satellite museum (no pun intended) with three quarters of a million square feet of aircraft history.

The walkable ruins of an 19th century hotel, destroyed in a horse cremation gone wrong.

Captain John Smith thought these cliffs were amazing in 1608 but sharks thought so 20 million years before him.

Light bulbs, scrap wood, and tinfoil comprise this homemade throne of the gods.

A hidden alley in urban Baltimore is a haven for graffiti artists.

A winding district gerrymandered into the shape of a mantis.

A pink and gray pair of pachyderms advertise a fireworks shop.

Ruins of the elaborate house where the enigmatic costume designer threw glamorous parties for New York's theatrical elite.

A naturally mummified 2,000-year-old man.

A vast city of the dead, where the deceased outnumber the living by more than a million.