The narrator begins by describing what should have been an entirely ordinary grocery run. It was a routine errand on a quiet evening, nothing out of the ordinary in the store, no strange encounters, no unusual purchases. Among the items bought was a standard package of sausages, vacuum sealed, the same brand the narrator had purchased many times before. That night, they prepared a quick dinner, cooking a few of the sausages and eating them without noticing anything unusual in taste, texture, or appearance. The rest of the package was placed in the refrigerator for the next morning.
When morning came, the narrator returned to the kitchen and began making breakfast. They took out the remaining sausages, set one on the cutting board, and picked up the knife. As they pressed down to slice it, the blade stopped abruptly. The resistance felt wrong. At first they assumed the sausage had not fully thawed and that they had simply hit a frozen spot. They applied more pressure and tried again, but the same solid obstruction stopped the blade. Confused and slightly irritated, they turned the sausage and attempted to cut from another angle, only to feel the same unnatural hardness inside.
Leaning closer, the narrator noticed a faint metallic reflection beneath the casing. Their stomach tightened. Carefully, they made a shallow incision along the surface, peeling back the meat until something hard and smooth was revealed. Embedded in the center of the sausage was a small USB flash drive, completely sealed inside the meat. The sight was both shocking and nauseating. Panic set in as the narrator realized they had already eaten from the same package the night before. The thought of consuming food that had contained a foreign object, especially something manufactured and handled by unknown people, made their skin crawl.
After a long moment of staring at the strange discovery, fear slowly gave way to curiosity. The narrator washed the flash drive thoroughly, dried it, and then sat at their computer, hesitating before inserting it. Part of them wanted to throw it away immediately and forget the entire thing. Another part could not let go of the mystery. When the device was finally plugged in, the computer recognized it instantly. There was only one folder on the drive, labeled OPEN ME. Inside that folder was a single image file.
The photograph showed a man staring directly at the camera, his eyes wide, his expression frozen in a strange, unsettling laugh. There was no background context, no timestamp, no identifying information. The image radiated a sense of deliberate intention, as if the person in the photograph knew exactly who would one day see it. The narrator felt a cold wave of dread wash over them.
They tried to make sense of what had happened. A factory error seemed impossible. No automated system could accidentally seal a flash drive inside a sausage. A prank also felt unlikely. How could anyone predict which package the narrator would buy, much less ensure it would reach them specifically. The only remaining explanation was the most disturbing one, that someone had intentionally planted the device inside the food, for reasons the narrator could not begin to understand.
The rest of the day passed in a haze of unease. The narrator could not shake the feeling of being watched or singled out. They debated calling the authorities, returning to the store, or simply throwing everything away and pretending it never happened. Each option felt equally unsatisfying.
In the end, what lingered most was the loss of trust. Something as ordinary as breakfast had turned into a source of dread. The experience permanently altered the narrator’s sense of safety in the most familiar spaces, leaving behind a quiet, persistent fear that would not easily fade.