Just a few miles from downtown Atlanta is a trail covered in a crazy collection of outsider art.

Human skulls and a stuffed goat made into a rocking chair can be found at this strange little store.

Hundreds of skulls and bones at the largest skeleton museum in the country.

Possibly the world's oldest rug, this Egyptian relic is woven entirely from ancient cat hair and once carried a mummified human foot.

An underwater city for the dead.

This controversial reel is an artifact of the largest fish processing plant in the country, and a symbol of Delaware's integration.

A free display of artistic lifesize dinosaur sculptures in a backyard garden.

This petite park lets visitors see and touch examples of fossilized dinosaur tracks.

Who knew the Devil's domain was a hot spot for tubing?

Connecticut grave of the woman responsible for the Winchester Mystery House in California.

The graves of a Connecticut family thought to have been plagued by a vampire.

A seasonal movie monster museum featuring wax creations by a relative of one of the original Universal Studios monsters.

The kind of mixed-up place that drives archaeologists crazy.

The ancient past meets the retro-future at these dinosaur tracks that are protected by a geodesic dome.

The former home of Samuel Clemens and family remembers the happiest period of the author's life.

See 150 million-year-old dinosaur tracks and bones dating back to the Jurassic period.

Two tall rocks sit at the center of this site, once the home of a large Ancestral Puebloan community.

Overlooking the Colorado Convention Center is this giant sculpture made from thousands of triangles.

A small store filled with animal skulls and other curiosities.

According to local legend, a tree grew from the stake that killed this alleged vampire. In reality, he probably died from influenza.

A museum dedicated to the mysterious cryptid.

“You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Even in death, he's still your huckleberry.

The childhood home of Henry Jones Jr. is now an adventure-themed bed and breakfast.