The scent of fresh pastries filled the air as a bell chimed above the door, signaling the arrival of a customer. "Good morning! What can I get for you today?" "Hi there. I'd love a dozen of those delicious-looking blueberry muffins." "Coming right up!" The muffins were carefully placed into a paper bag. "Anything else I can get for you?" "Well, actually... I was wondering if you've heard anything about that strange occurrence at Mrs. Thompson's house last night?" "Oh, you mean the flickering lights and eerie noises? It's been the talk of the town all morning." "I heard that too! Rumor has it that it might be connected to that mysterious visitor who arrived a few days ago." "You know how this town is, always buzzing with rumors. But I can't deny that something feels off." "I agree. Maybe it's time for us to start investigating. After all, we've solved mysteries before." "You're right. Let's keep our ears open and talk to folks around town. In the meantime, enjoy those muffins." "Thanks! Have a good day." The bell chimed once more as the customer left, the intrigue of the recent events lingering in the bakery.