I grabbed a few basics, tossed a pack of regular sausages into the cart, paid, and went home without a second thought. That night, I cooked a few of them for dinner. They tasted normal. Nothing strange. No odd texture, no unusual smell. I wrapped the rest up and put them in the refrigerator for the next day.
That’s when things changed.
The next morning, I pulled the sausages out to make breakfast. I laid one on the cutting board, pressed the knife down, and felt a sudden, sharp resistance. Not the kind you get from casing or gristle — this was solid. Hard.
I frowned and tried again, assuming it was still partly frozen. Same thing. The blade hit something that clearly didn’t belong inside food.
I leaned closer. That’s when I saw it.
A faint metallic glint, barely visible through the cut.
My stomach dropped.
I slowed down, slicing carefully, my hands suddenly clammy. As the sausage split open, something slid partway out — small, rectangular, unmistakable.
A USB flash drive.
It was embedded inside the sausage.
I just stared at it, my brain refusing to catch up. Then the realization hit me like a wave of nausea: I had already eaten from this pack. Multiple pieces. Whatever this was, it hadn’t just been near my food — it had been sealed inside it.
I washed my hands compulsively, trying to scrub away the feeling, but it didn’t help. The question kept repeating in my head: How is this even possible?
After pacing for a long time, fear gave way to curiosity — the kind you don’t want to admit to yourself. Against my better judgment, I cleaned the flash drive, dried it, and plugged it into my computer.
It contained one folder.
The folder was named: OPEN ME.
My pulse hammered as I clicked it.
Inside was a single image.
A man, staring straight into the camera, mouth open in laughter. Not a happy laugh — something off about it. His eyes looked too focused, too aware, like he knew exactly who would be seeing him.
I felt a cold crawl up my spine.
I shut the laptop immediately.
My mind raced through explanations. Some kind of manufacturing accident? A cruel prank? A sick joke that somehow slipped through quality control? None of it made sense. Food packaging doesn’t just accidentally seal electronics inside meat.
And if it wasn’t an accident… then what was it?
I considered calling the store. Then the police. Then throwing everything away and pretending it never happened. But no option felt right. The image kept replaying in my head — the laugh, the stare, the certainty in his expression.
In the end, I disposed of the sausages, wrapped the flash drive in layers of plastic, and locked it away, unsure what to do next. Even now, I don’t know if that was the right decision.
All I know is this: something as ordinary as a grocery item stopped feeling safe that day.
Ever since, every time I open a package of food, I hesitate — listening, looking, wondering what might be hidden where it absolutely shouldn’t be.
