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Home to the largest urban bat colony in North America, estimated at 1.5 million bats.

A high-octane shrine to the greatest Texans who ever lived.

This stimulating sex toy museum is sure to arouse the interest of its visitors.

A well-preserved relic of the industrial age steel and iron works that dotted West Virginia.

This heritage rail line meanders through Delaware’s Red Clay Valley.

Time travel with sweets across history at this research-based candy store.

This giant rock arrived at this quiet park thousands of years ago on the back of a massive glacier.

A pair of 19th-century granite markers symbolically record where the state boundaries of New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania intersect.

An old trolley bridge was converted into a breathtaking garden bursting with colorful flowers.

Construction uncovered this trove of fossils, which visitors are welcome to add to their own collections.

From banquet hall to Masonic Lodge and now concert venue, Ganz Hall is a breathtaking glimpse of into the golden age of American architecture.

Tragedy on Little Brewster Island memorialized.

A 19th-century smallpox cemetery is being reclaimed by scrub forest and sand dunes.

Eclectic collections, artwork, and some feline friends fill the writer's former home.

An enormous, inside-out glass globe built in 1935.

Journey through a collection of over 35,000 Halloween items from all generations.

The taxidermied remains of Charles Dickens' pet raven, which helped inspire one of Edgar Allan Poe's most famous poems.

Collection of trolley cars in the woods represent one man's attempt to preserve transportation history.

Tour the dark and beloved poet's former cobwebbed basement, which may have inspired "The Black Cat."

Cat art as far as the eye can see.

The whole of Maine's history with the salty little fish is packed into this tiny coastal museum.

The site of the climactic scene from the classic horror film is now a historic landmark.

A memorial sculpture to heath hens stands on the spot where the last heath hen, Booming Ben, was last seen.

This abandoned radar station from the Cold War era now only broadcasts a seriously ominous air of isolation.