A former copper mine which became a truly unsuccessful prison.

This abandoned psychiatric hospital once housed more than 4,000 patients in the middle of a quaint New England town.

Paranormal experiences in this hotel's room 217 led Stephen King to write "The Shining."

Walk through the actual strap iron cells and solitary chambers of Arizona Territory’s first prison.

An old saloon in the West filled with history, and according to some, a few dozen ghosts.

On the outskirts of a reborn ghost town, a decaying post office remembers the bad old days.

One of the largest, oldest, darkest, quietest motel rooms in the world.

An abandoned facility that has become a place of ritualistic satanic worship, or so rumor has it.

This haunted hotel built on natural springs once served as a hospital for a quack doctor promising a cure for cancer.

Once one of the largest producers of pig iron in the world.

What else would you call a playground hidden in Alabama's oldest and largest cemetery?

Originally a brothel during the Klondike Gold Rush, this bar once used dolls to denote when ladies were working.

This WWII-era military installation once held an entire city within its walls - now, its walls are falling down.

This small city where almost everyone lives in the same building can only be reached via North America's longest tunnel.

Four-story concrete hotel never opened to customers.

The ghostly remains of what was once the world's richest copper mine.

A mysterious light in the wood, rumoured to be the the ghost of a railroad brakeman.

The concrete shell of an industry giant remains as a playground for graffiti artists, auto scrappers, and paintball warriors.

The seamy, underground secrets of Portland's criminal past.

This hotel has hardly changed in over a century, like a time capsule of old Oregon.

A midcentury ranch house hides a literal treasure trove of unique rocks and minerals.

This stoic, if derpy, giant stands as a monument to Oregon's statehood and the novelty culture of yesteryear.

A plaque commemorates the spot in the Oregon woods where the first-ever Geocache was hidden.

Instead of fruit, the branches of this tree are brimming with hopes and dreams.