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I found a hidden journal under my floorboards. I’m not the first blonde girl to live here ​I moved into this apartment three months ago. It’s a charming, old studio in the city—creaky floors, high ceilings, and a price that felt like a steal. The only thing that bothered me was a single floorboard right next to my nightstand that groaned every time I shifted my weight in bed. ​Last night, while I was reaching for a dropped coin, I noticed the board wasn’t actually nailed down. When I pried it u