Last night started out as nothing special. I stopped by a local shop and picked up a regular sausage—the exact kind I’ve bought countless times before, never once questioning its ingredients or origin. All I wanted was a couple of simple sandwiches before bed. Nothing suspicious, nothing even slightly unusual. I had no idea that within a few hours this sausage would drag me into a mystery that still sends chills down my spine.

At home I opened the package, sliced a few pieces, ate them—everything tasted normal. Same flavor, same texture as always. I put the rest in the fridge and went to sleep, completely unaware that something utterly foreign was hidden inside that product.

The next morning, still half-asleep, I pulled out the same sausage to make a quick breakfast. I took a knife, began cutting—and instantly felt something was wrong. The blade hit a hard resistance. I assumed the sausage was simply too cold. But when I cut another slice, it became obvious: there was something solid inside. Something much harder than plastic.

Seconds later, the knife stopped entirely. I pushed the slice aside, and right there in the middle of the pink meat, a metallic glint flashed back at me—cold, foreign, unmistakably out of place. My heart lurched. I gently lifted the mass with the tip of the knife… and pulled out a small rectangular object.

It was a USB flash drive.

At first glance, it looked completely ordinary—a simple black plastic casing, nothing remarkable. But the thought that I had eaten part of a product containing such a thing made my stomach twist. My hands began to tremble. I sat motionless for several minutes, trying to understand what to do next. How could a USB flash drive end up inside a factory-made sausage? This wasn’t a stray object, not contamination—someone had put it there on purpose. But why?

I wanted to throw everything away and forget the entire situation like a bad dream. But my curiosity—or maybe my sense of danger—was stronger.

I turned on my computer. Inserted the USB. The screen flickered, and the system recognized the device. A single folder appeared. Nameless. I opened it.

Immediately, a wave of cold sweat washed over me.

Inside were three files. No extensions. No timestamps. Just three anonymous, suspiciously small files. I assumed they were corrupted. But when I opened the first one… the screen went black for a moment, and then a video started playing.

Footage from a hidden camera.

At first, a production line came into view. Rows of machines, workers in white coats, a conveyor belt carrying freshly formed sausages. Everything looked perfectly normal. Until the camera moved closer. Until one worker began doing something that froze the blood in my veins. He glanced around nervously, picked up a new sausage—and slid a USB flash drive inside it. Then another. And another. Fast. Precise. As if this were a routine part of the job.

A shiver crawled down my spine. This wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a mistake. It was deliberate.

The second file was even more disturbing. A different room. Tables, boxes, bags of spices, piles of documents. People dressed identically sorted USB drives, tested them on laptops, wrote notes in thick notebooks. On the tables lay diagrams, lists of names, maps. The atmosphere was so sinister that I instantly felt I was watching something I was never meant to see.

The third file… I opened it with shaking hands.

A man stood in front of the camera. His face hidden in shadow. His voice distorted. But his words were painfully clear:

“If you found this, the system has failed. Step away from the product immediately. Do not try to uncover the truth. You may already be watched.”

The video ended.

I sat frozen. A simple sausage, a routine purchase, an ordinary night—and suddenly I was holding a flash drive that clearly wasn’t meant for me. A flash drive containing something dangerous. Something ominous.

To this day, I don’t know whether it was a provocation, a secret investigation, a criminal operation, or someone’s twisted joke. But one thing is certain: no one should ignore a discovery like this.

And perhaps the most terrifying question isn’t how the USB ended up in the sausage.

It’s who it was originally meant for.