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Amy Bruni (0:00)
Are you prepared to venture to the darkest, most haunted locations in the world?
Cindy Crawford (0:06)
It was all solid black, like shadow.
Amy Bruni (0:09)
As your host, Amy Bruni, I'm ready to take you on a spine tingling journey through the unknown.
Unknown Speaker (0:15)
There was a man sitting in the corner. She saw him and then it was gone.
Amy Bruni (0:19)
Listen to new episodes of Haunted road on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to your favorite shows. Welcome to Erin Menke's Cabinet of Curiosities, a production of iHeartRadio and Grim and Mild.
Aaron Manke (0:42)
Our world is full of the unexplainable, and if history is an open book, all of these amazing tales are right there on display, just waiting for us to explore. Welcome to the Cabinet of Curiosities. Virginia shivered as she limped along the mountain road, her prosthetic leg dragging in the deep snow. There was nothing but danger and death behind her. In France, the Gestapo had learned her identity, and she'd woken days ago to find her own face staring back at her from thousands of posters that blanketed the city. Her only hope now was Spain. She wondered what would happen if she died out here, crossing the Pyrenees on foot. Would anyone find her? Would her body make it back to America? Because if Virginia had done her job well, no one would ever know who she was. And Virginia was very, very good at her job. Born in 1906 in Baltimore, Maryland to a Middle class family, Virginia discovered early on that she longed for adventure. She was great with languages, so after studying French, Italian and German in college, she ended up moving to Poland. There she worked as a clerk in the US Embassy in Warsaw. Her real ambition, though, was to be a diplomat. Virginia thought that she could be useful in international relations. Yet despite multiple applications and an appeal to Franklin Delano Roosevelt himself, the State Department wouldn't make her an ambassador. There's a big chance gender played a role in that. At the time, only six US Ambassadors were women. Around the same time that Virginia was petitioning the State Department, an incident happened that defined her young life. When she was 27 years old, she shot herself in the foot while hunting in Turkey. The wound quickly developed gangrene and to save her life, doctors amputated her leg. For the rest of Virginia's life, she walked using an ill fitting wooden prosthetic that she nicknamed Cuthbert, which gave her a pronounced limp. Virginia continued to work in US embassies in Turkey, Italy, and Estonia until World War II broke out across Europe. Constantly denied an opportunity to be an ambassador, now Virginia believed that she could do something that made a difference starting in 1940, she volunteered as an ambulance driver in France. She quickly met a British spy who recognized Virginia's tenacity and put her in touch with British intelligence. By 1941, she was one of their first female undercover agents in France. Posing as a New York Times reporter, Virginia relied on the Nazis misogyny. You see, at the time, the Nazis refused to believe that women were capable of being a spy. Stationed in Lyon, France, she befriended both nuns and sex workers. And that way, she heard information that the Germans dropped at church and at the brothel. She used this intelligence to secure safe houses for the French Resistance and help them plan attacks. Before long, Klaus Barbie, the infamous Gestapo officer in charge of intelligence in Lyon, became aware that someone was spying on the Nazis. When he figured out that it was Virginia, he sent his Gestapo officers after her, demanding that they bring the limping lady to him. Although Virginia was able to evade capture by wearing a number of disguises, by 1942, she was forced to flee to Spain, walking through the Pyrenees mountains in the dead of winter. After her great escape, England wouldn't send her back into the field. But the Americans, with their brand new intelligence office, were looking for a woman with her experience. So in 1944, Virginia returned to France as an American OSS agent. Knowing that Klaus Barbie had her description, Virginia went deep undercover. On her second tour, she dyed her hair gray and drew wrinkles on her face to appear as an old woman. She ground down her two perfect American teeth and disguised her limp with long skirts and an old woman's shuffling steps. On her second tour, Virginia organized fighters to blow up bridges, derail trains, and sabotage phone lines. On D day, Virginia's efforts directly prevented reinforcements from reaching the Nazis in Normandy and stopped the troops on the beach from retreating. When Virginia returned home after the war, she refused to talk about her service. She reasoned that many of her spy friends had lost their lives after coming clean to the wrong person. Even when she received a Distinguished Service Cross, the only witness that Virginia allowed at the ceremony was her own mother. Virginia spent the next decade working for the CIA before retiring. She passed away in 1982, with her story still unknown in the intelligence circles. Which, in her line of work wasn't really a bad thing. After all, a good spy is someone who doesn't attract attention. Which is why Virginia hall is probably the greatest spy you've never heard of.
