In the heart of the quaint town of Meadowgrove, the scent of fresh bread filled the air. The bell above the door chimed as the woman entered, her eyes scanning the shelves lined with pastries. "Morning, Mrs. Baker," she greeted, her voice filled with warmth. Mrs. Baker, a woman with hands as calloused as her reputation, looked up from her counter. "Morning, dear. What can I get for you today?" she asked, her tone hinting at the secret recipes she kept close. "Just some of your famous blueberry muffins," the woman replied, a small smile playing on her lips. "And perhaps a coffee to go?" Mrs. Baker nodded, pouring the coffee and placing it carefully in a to-go cup. "You know, I heard there's been some strange happenings around town lately," she commented, her voice low. The woman's smile faded slightly. "Oh? What kind of strange happenings?" Mrs. Baker leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Rumors of a ghost, dear. They say it walks through the park at midnight, looking for something." The woman's eyes widened. "A ghost, you say? That's quite the tale, Mrs. Baker." Mrs. Baker chuckled, her hands moving to the door as she handed the muffins over. "Well, don't let it spook you. Just remember, Meadowgrove has a way of keeping its secrets buried, and that's a good thing."