Places deviantdoll Wants to Go

The subterranean "lake" below the Paris opera house inspired the Phantom of the Opera's lair.

The vast, legendary catacombs hold secrets much stranger than stacked bones.

The enormous 250-room Vanderbilt mansion conceals hidden doors and secret passageways.

This large cave is a summer home to thousands of bats and has a rich history dating back to prehistoric times.

A Memphis park where you can walk the whole Mississippi River in one go.

This head-spinningly bizarre Depression-era art cave is wall-to-wall quartz and Jesus.

For two weeks every June, fireflies in the Smoky Mountains perform an astonishing light show.

A monthly street "service" of handmade puppets and live original puppets, whose devotees profess has the power to change lives.

During prohibition, corrupt city officials ran drinking dens under the streets of Downtown Los Angeles.

A beautiful memorial tells the story of a formerly enslaved woman whose kindness shaped a burgeoning city.

Hand-crafted tributes to a stray cat named "Room 8" now cover this LA elementary school.

Friendships have been forged over ham and eggs every Wednesday morning for a century.

This peaceful garden is hidden on the grounds of a spiritual organization founded by a pioneer yogi.

The quiet canyon has a tumultuous history involving a doomsday cult.

Reproductions of nine banned oil paintings coyly hidden behind a curtain in a New Mexico conference room.

Thousands of mounted insects, and some live ones, hide within an otherwise ordinary shopping mall.

Setting this massive marionette aflame rids Santa Fe of doom and gloom for another year.

Venue for strange sideshow displays and musical acts.

Sit at the "Disney table,” where Walt and his team of "imagineers" once dined on the regular.

This stockpile of junked electronic and mechanical gadgets is a favorite among Hollywood prop masters.

A master of deception, Harry Houdini's greatest trick may have been living in two places at once.

This forgotten Frank Lloyd Wright house is an architectural marvel at the end of a sleepy residential street.

Hidden above a drug store on a nondescript corner of Lincoln Heights is a private clubhouse for intrepid explorers.

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