When Darcy lifted a loose floorboard in the house she’d recently rented, she expected dust. Instead, she found a yellowed map with a red X, coordinates, and secrets buried deep in the woods nearby. What she didn’t expect? To uncover a treasure far more precious than gold. Moving into this quiet house in our new town seemed perfect for our little family. The kids loved their rooms, Nicholas had his garage workspace, and I finally had my dream kitchen. Everything felt right… until the day I made a chilling discovery beneath the floorboards that changed everything.A picturesque house | Source: Midjourney”Mom, I want the blue room!” Emma shouted, her footsteps thundering up the stairs of our new rental. Her pigtails bounced with each step, the ribbon trailing behind her like a victory flag.”Not fair! I saw it first!” her brother Jake’s voice echoed behind her. I exchanged a weary smile with Nicholas as we lugged boxes through the front door. After six exhausting months of searching, we’d finally found a place that checked all our boxes with its affordable rent, good school district, and reasonable commute times for both of us.A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney”Remember when we only had to worry about where to put the coffee maker?” Nicholas whispered, setting down a box labeled ‘Kitchen’. His shoulders slumped from the weight of moving day.”Those were simpler times,” I laughed, then called upstairs, “Both rooms are exactly the same size! And neither of you is getting any room until you help with these boxes!”The house’s owner, Rupert, stood awkwardly in the doorway, keys dangling from his fingers. He couldn’t have been more than 27, with dark circles under anxious eyes that darted around the space as if seeing ghosts.An anxious man | Source: Midjourney”The water heater’s new,” he blurted out, shifting from foot to foot. “And the furnace was serviced last month. Everything’s in working order.” He paused, swallowing hard. “You’re actually our first tenants since… well, you’re our first tenants. Good luck with your stay. I hope you like it.”He practically thrust the keys into my hands and hurried down the front walk, nearly tripping over a garden hose in his haste to leave.”Well, that was weird,” I muttered, watching Rupert’s retreating figure. “Did he seem off to you?”Silhouette of a young man walking away | Source: Midjourney”He’s probably just anxious about renting out his dad’s place,” Nicholas said, remembering the brief mention during our walkthrough that Rupert had inherited the house six months ago after his father’s passing. “It can’t be easy, watching strangers move into your childhood home.””Still, something feels—” I trailed off as Emma and Jake thundered back downstairs.”Mom! Jake put his stupid dinosaur poster on MY wall!””It’s MY wall now! I claimed it!””Let’s table the mysterious landlord discussion for now,” I sighed. “Survival mode activated.”A cheerful woman turning around | Source: MidjourneyTwo weeks later, I was home alone organizing the living room when I heard a distinct creak of a loose floorboard near the bay window. The house was eerily quiet with the kids at school and Nicholas at work. The sound seemed to echo in the emptiness.I grabbed a screwdriver from Nicholas’s toolbox and knelt to investigate. The honey-colored wood was worn in that spot, slightly darker than the surrounding boards. When I pressed down, it gave a familiar groan.”Let’s see what you’re hiding in there other than just dust!” I murmured, working the screwdriver into the seam.A woman using a screwdriver to open a floorboard | Source: MidjourneyThe board lifted easily, revealing something that made my breath catch: a plastic bag, deliberately tucked into the space below. Not forgotten or lost. It was seemingly hidden. With trembling fingers, I pulled it out and unwrapped what appeared to be an old, ragged map.The paper was yellowed but well-preserved, covered in careful ink lines showing detailed drawings of the forest that bordered our backyard. In the center, marked with a bold red X, was a spot deep among the trees. The margins were filled with tiny blurry coordinates.A woman holding a ragged map | Source: MidjourneyThat evening, I spread the map out on the kitchen table after the kids were in bed.”Look what I found under the floorboards today,” I said as Nicholas walked in from the garage. “It was wrapped up and hidden.”He barely glanced up from his phone. “Probably just some kid’s treasure map.””In a plastic bag? Under the floorboards?” I traced the careful lines with my finger. “This seemingly took time and effort. Someone wanted this preserved. Should I go and check out the spot on the map?”A confused woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney”Darcy, honey, not everything’s a mystery waiting to be solved. Sometimes a map is just a map.” Nicholas grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Just toss it in the trash.””But don’t you think we should tell Rupert? The way he acted when we moved in… maybe this means something. Maybe it’s his father’s.””Or maybe you’ve been reading too many mystery novels.” He kissed the top of my head. “Not everything has some deep, hidden meaning. Let’s get some sleep now.”I turned the paper over in my hands, studying the precise markings. “Something about this feels important. And what’s the harm in asking?” I thought as I drifted off to sleep in our room.A suspicious woman holding an old paper | Source: MidjourneyThe next morning, after dropping the kids at school, I called Rupert.”Hello?” His voice was groggy, like he’d just woken up.”Hi, Rupert? This is Darcy, from the house on Silver Oak Street? I found something I think you should know about.””Oh?” He sounded more alert now. “Is something broken?”An anxious woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney”No, nothing like that. I found something in the house,” I said, fingers tracing the map’s edges. “Under one of the floorboards. It’s a map with coordinates to the forest near the—””Jesus, this can’t be!” he gasped. “Does it have a red X? And numbers in the margins?””OH MY GOD! THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME! I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Please don’t go to the forest without me!”The phone clicked dead before I could respond. I stared at the map, my heart pounding. What had I stumbled into?A startled man talking on the phone | Source: MidjourneyTrue to his word, Rupert’s car screeched into our driveway exactly 10 minutes later. His hair was uncombed, shirt buttoned wrong, like he’d dressed in a panic. His hands shook as I handed him the map.”I can’t believe it,” he whispered, his eyes drinking in every detail. “Dad always said there were more—”He looked up, tears glistening in his eyes. “I’ll tell you. Will you come with me? To find it? I don’t want to do this alone. Not this one.”An anxious woman standing outside the house | Source: MidjourneyThe forest was cool and dim as we followed the map’s guidance. Beams of sunlight filtered through the canopy, creating shifting patterns on the ground. Armed with a shovel, Rupert checked and rechecked our position, muttering coordinates under his breath.We reached a clearing that matched the map’s markings. Moss-covered stones formed a rough circle, exactly as drawn on the paper. Rupert stabbed the shovel into the earth with sudden force. I touched his arm gently.”We can take a break if you need.””No.” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “No, I need to do this. Would you help me dig?”A man using a shovel in the woods | Source: MidjourneyWe took turns with the shovel, the only sounds our breathing and the metal striking earth. Finally, there was a solid thunk.Together, we brushed away dirt to reveal a small iron chest, its brass fittings green with age.Rupert’s hands trembled so badly he could barely lift the lid. Inside, nestled in faded velvet, lay a single gold coin.”Oh my god,” he breathed. “It’s the 1856 Flying Eagle Cent.” His voice broke. “Dad spent years looking for one. He must have finally found it.””A buried gold coin?” I gasped.”It’s more than that!” Rupert replied, tears brimming in his eyes.A coin in an iron chest | Source: Midjourney”My dad was a collector,” he explained as we walked, ducking under a low-hanging branch. “Rare coins were his passion. But more than that, he loved creating treasure hunts for me when I was little. He’d spend hours drawing these incredible maps, hiding coins throughout the property.””That must have been amazing,” I said, stepping over a fallen log.”It was magical.” His voice softened with memory. “Every weekend was a new adventure. He’d wake me up early, hand me a fresh map, and off we’d go. Sometimes we’d spend all day searching.””The last hunt he planned…” His voice caught. “It was right before his diagnosis. He told me there were more maps hidden in the house, and more treasures to find. But then everything happened so fast with the cancer. Six weeks from diagnosis to…”An emotional man in the woods | Source: MidjourneyTears streamed down his face as he held the coin to the light. “This was his white whale. He used to tell me stories about it when I was little, said someday we’d find one together. He’d get so excited just talking about it.”I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling it shake beneath my palm.”Every coin show, every auction, we’d look,” he continued. “Never found one in good condition we could afford. And I know why he was so calm at the end. He’d found it. He made one last treasure hunt.””He found a way to share it with you after all,” I said.A sad woman in the woods | Source: MidjourneyRupert clutched the coin to his chest. “You have no idea what this means to me. This house… I’ve been thinking about selling it. It hurts too much, being there without him. Every room holds memories, you know? But now…” He wiped his eyes with his hand. “Now I know he’s still here, still leaving me treasures to find. Still my dad.”We walked back in comfortable silence, the coin secure in Rupert’s pocket. At the edge of the forest, he turned to me.”I want to do something to thank you,” he said. “The next six months of rent… consider them covered.”A man smiling | Source: Midjourney”Please.” His eyes were bright but determined. “Dad would have wanted this. You helped bring back a piece of him today. Let me do this.”Looking at the peace in his eyes and the way his shoulders had finally relaxed, I couldn’t say no.That evening, as I watched Emma and Jake play in the backyard, their shouts of laughter carrying across the lawn, I thought about Rupert’s father and his hidden treasures. Some might say we’d found just an old coin that day, but I knew better. We’d uncovered something far more precious: a father’s love, preserved in paper and ink, waiting patiently beneath the floorboards to be discovered.A smiling woman standing on the porch | Source: MidjourneyHere’s another story: The hidden Christmas gift I found in my husband’s closet wasn’t meant for me. It was for his mistress. My heart shattered but I had no time for tears. I sought revenge, one they would never forget. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.