Mystery of the Whispering Baskets

You're alone in your bakery, wiping the counters before bed. Suddenly, you hear it. The baskets, stacked neatly in the corner, hum with whispered voices. You approach them, listening closely. The whispers grow louder, urgent, and then... they stop. You look around, puzzled. Everything seems normal, yet you can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong.