I used to live in San Francisco the birthplace of modern satanism and Dead Poets had the largest selection of Aleister Crowley books I have ever seen. Either his spawn live in town, died, and the estate gave the books to Dead Poets or there are some seriously creepy people who hang out there. They also had the pantheon of L Ron Hubbard. This might be the place to play bloody mary in the mirror to test your resolve, but be warned don't feed them after midnight.