A bell above the door chimed softly as the crisp autumn air swept into the cozy bakery. The aroma of fresh bread and sweet pastries filled the room, a warmth radiating from the old-fashioned ovens. "Morning! The usual?" "Please. And maybe one of those apple turnovers. They smell divine." "Fresh out of the oven. I knew you couldn't resist." "You know me too well. Anything exciting happen yesterday?" "Well, old Mrs. Harper swore she saw a ghost by the lake again." "Really? That's the third time this month." "I think she just enjoys the attention. But Sheriff Thompson was out there all evening, searching." "Maybe he'll find something this time. Wouldn't that be a twist?" "In Maplewood? The biggest mystery we've had was who stole Mrs. Jenkins' prize-winning pumpkins." "True. But still, a ghost story would spice things up." "Here you go. One coffee, black, and an apple turnover. Let me know if you spot any ghosts." "Will do. See you tomorrow." The bell chimed again as the door closed, leaving the bakery in a peaceful, sweet-scented silence.