This cramped closet of a shop sells old books, cassettes, records, video games, VHS tapes and other bric-a-brac, and while the themes may not involve Maine, you get the sense an oddball shop like this could only exist here – in the dark, cold state that's given us Stephen King and any amount of Lovecraftian forests and salt tide surreality.
Fair warning: the hours are flexible, so call ahead before you visit.