The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery as the morning light streamed through gingham curtains. Jars of cookies lined the counters, and a bell jingled as the door opened. "Morning, Dottie. I see your cinnamon rolls survived another sunrise." "Survived? They're thriving, if these lines every morning are any sign. What can I get for you, hon?" "Just a coffee today. I need to be sharp. You hear about the old Millner place last night?" "Yes, something about a ruckus past midnight? Thought that house was empty since Mr. Millner passed." "Well, it's supposed to be. But Mrs. Ellis swears she saw lights up there. Says it looked like someone was searching for something." "Searching, you say? That house is full of old family junk, could be kids stirring up ghost stories again." "Maybe, but Mrs. Ellis seemed pretty shaken. Said it wasn't kids—more deliberate." "Hmm, sounds like a mystery for sure. I’ll keep my ears open. More coffee?" "Please. Whatever's brewing in that house, I’ve got a feeling it’s no small matter. Might just have to take a little look myself after sunset." "Be careful. That house isn’t just full of cobwebs. Some secrets don't want to be found."