Inside that folder was a single file — one photo.
A man’s face stared back at me — grinning straight into the camera. His expression wasn’t friendly; it was the kind of smile that makes your skin crawl. His eyes were sharp, almost mocking, like he knew I was looking.
For a long moment, I couldn’t move. My hands felt cold. There was no background in the photo, no information, just that face — frozen mid-laugh, staring right through me.
I shut the laptop and sat there, trying to process what I had just seen.
A Prank or Something Worse?
At first, I tried to come up with a rational explanation. Maybe it was part of a bizarre marketing stunt gone wrong, or maybe someone at the factory was playing a twisted joke. But then another thought crossed my mind — what if it wasn’t a joke?
What if that flash drive was never meant to be found?
I checked the sausage packaging again — the seal, the labels, the expiration date — all normal. Nothing to suggest tampering. It looked like any other product sitting on the shelf.
That realization made everything even more unsettling.
Who would go through the effort of hiding a flash drive inside food? And why that image — a man laughing into the camera?
What Comes Next
Now I’m stuck wondering what to do. Should I call the grocery store? Report it to the police? Hand over the flash drive and let them investigate?
Part of me wants to. The other part wants to toss it in the trash, disinfect the kitchen, and pretend this never happened.
But one thing is certain — I’ll never look at store-bought sausage the same way again.
Even now, as I write this, the image of that laughing face lingers in the back of my mind, like a shadow you can’t quite shake.
