Places ZBRAH Wants to Go

Jacksonville's highways rendered this century-old grammar school unusable.

A crumbling stone stable and carriage house are all that remain of a manse that was once filled with Egyptian artifacts.

These World War I shooting range tunnels are now haunted halls of underground graffiti accessed through the roots of a tree.

One of the world's largest automobile junkyards is a unique landscape of metal and moss.

A modern-day wunderkammer dedicated to Indianapolis history, Afrofuturism, and musical vibrations.

These beautiful ruins deep in the Pennsylvania woods are thought to have been a ski lodge or a speakeasy, but no one really knows.

Developers built a Walmart around one family's plot and constructed a mausoleum in the parking lot.

This hidden library of physiological ephemera contains centuries worth of knowledge on the vim and viscera of the human body.

This folk art compound was built by a fortune teller on the advice of three people from the future.

A collection of witchcraft artifacts and occult paraphernalia started by the leader of the Long Island Coven.

A medical facility that has been kept frozen in time.

Wild lights and sound effects turn a walk through some caves into an eye-popping 1960s tourist attraction.

Crumbling ruins mark the site of a couple's grisly murder in the woods.

DIY collection of eclectic holdings.

The longest navigable underground river in the United States is home to countless blind and albino animals.

A long abandoned hospital building on the outskirts of NYC.

An astounding collection of medical specimens, including bits of President Lincoln.

This eclectic, mosaic-clad home includes a bamboo ping-pong loft and a "Whispermaphones" intercom.

A deteriorating 1990s Girl Scout camp in a beautiful lush park on Lake Ontario.

A vinyl-lover's Shangri-La.

One man's lifelong obsession with death.

Volunteer-run library dedicated to exploring five decades of activism history.

A band of aerialists and circus performers putting on incredible shows in East Williamsburg.

Tucked in a nondescript downtown Brooklyn mall is a bar containing a remarkable turn of the century anatomical wax collection last seen in 1920s Berlin.