A museum dedicated to exhibiting remarkable outsider art.

The final resting place of one of the United States's greatest poets.

The Pennsylvania shopping center was once the setting for the 1978 film, "Dawn of the Dead."

An ode to filmmaker George A. Romero, who used the mall to film an iconic horror movie.

Georges Seurat’s pointillist masterpiece has been recreated in Ohio in topiary form.

The haunting ruins of Jack London's dream house.

The author of Uncle Tom's Cabin was neighbors with Mark Twain while living in this Connecticut home.

An overlooked memorial honoring the local Washington residents who died in World War I.

Legend has it that President Grant’s frequent drinking in the lobby gave rise to the term “lobbyist.”

Look closely and you’ll notice that the color changes a third of the way up the tower.

This charming colonial alleyway is one of the oldest continuously used residential streets in the U.S.

The final resting place of two (or three) presidents, one vampire, and 18,000 Confederate soldiers.

One of the oldest used bookstores in the U.S. has been selling antiquarian treasures since 1825.

This might just be the TARDIS of bookstores.

The upstairs reading room is packed with millions of rare books, literary manuscripts, and historical treasures.

A collection of memorabilia from the Beat era in the back of a San Francisco bookstore.

The mighty room where the poet spent most of her life is available to rent for an hour or two.

The site where Poe "in great distress, and ... in need of immediate assistance" likely died.

Mrs. Mallard and her brood are a beloved fixture in Boston Public Garden.

This small-town library was the first in the world to be entirely supported by taxation.

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

This library and museum is dedicated to the life and literature of the Indianapolis native author.

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

The headquarters of one of the world’s longest-running humor magazines bears a noticeable resemblance to a head wearing a Prussian helmet.