The scent of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries enveloped the small bakery, enticing the senses of everyone who entered. The warm sunlight streaming through the windows danced across the display case, casting a golden glow on the assortment of treats. "So, what's the latest gossip about the old Miller place?" "The usual rumors of ghosts and curses. But I heard someone from the city is looking to buy it." "Really? I wonder if they know what they're getting themselves into." "Oh, I'm sure they have no idea. This town has a way of throwing surprises their way." "Surprises or not, someone needs to breathe some life into that old house. Poor old Mrs. Miller would be happy to see it loved again." "I agree. But do you think the newcomers will be able to handle the occasional appearance of Agnes?" A chuckle escaped. "Only time will tell. But they might just find she's more of a blessing than a curse." The clinking of cups and saucers filled the air, accompanied by the soft hum of conversation as the bakery bustled with the morning crowd.