Every day, a pensioner found a fresh loaf of bread in plastic on his porch: he didn’t know where it came from, and when he turned to the police, he was horrified 😱😱 Every morning, at exactly the same time, the pensioner stepped out onto his porch, and there he always found the same strange gift – a fresh loaf of bread, wrapped in plastic. On the packaging was a bright label with the name of an unknown store. The name sounded unusual, as if from another country, and the old man immediately felt that something wasn’t right. At first, he thought that maybe the neighbors were showing kindness – someone had noticed his loneliness and decided to help with groceries. He was even a little touched, but he still didn’t eat the bread – something inside told him that free gifts are never accidental. The next day, the story repeated itself: the same loaf, in the same packaging, in the same spot. Then he thought that perhaps the social services had started some new support program for pensioners. But the strange thing was that none of the neighbors had mentioned it, and he had received no notification. On the third day, his nerves gave way. Everything troubled him: the exact timing, the mysterious origin of the bread. He tucked the loaf under his arm and went to the nearest store. Approaching the saleswoman, he asked: — Are you the ones bringing me this bread? Maybe it’s some kind of new promotion? The woman looked at him as if he had lost his mind. — Oh no, grandpa, we don’t have promotions or charity. We just sell bread, we don’t deliver it door to door, she said curtly. The old man left the store in even greater confusion. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He was now even afraid to touch the bread – what if something was mixed into it? What if someone was trying to poison him? On the fourth morning, he decided to act differently. He took an old video camera from the pantry, one he had once used at family celebrations, and set it up to film the porch. And when he watched the recording the next morning, his heart nearly stopped. On the screen, it was clearly visible: at four o’clock in the morning, a small drone silently flew up to his house, hovered above the porch, carefully lowered the bread package, and immediately flew away. The old man gasped for breath. This was certainly not a neighbor and not social services. This was something else entirely. With trembling hands, he gathered his things and went to the police station. And that’s when he learned something terrifying 😱😱 To be continued in the first comment 👇👇

When he finally managed to show the recording, his hands trembled slightly, and he could barely find the words to explain what was happening on the screen. The video was strange—an unexplainable series of images and sounds that made the policemen exchanging glances in the dim light of the interrogation room. One of them, a veteran officer with years of experience under his belt, leaned back in his chair, a small smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the screen.

“Sir, you’ve stumbled into an experiment,” the officer murmured softly, almost to himself. The other officers looked just as puzzled, their expressions a mix of curiosity and bemusement. The man whose footage they were watching blinked in disbelief, unsure if he should be relieved or just plain angry at the bizarre series of events he’d somehow been caught up in.

It turned out that a new startup company had recently launched an unusual project—a bread delivery system unlike anything the world had seen before. Their idea was to test a cutting-edge, highly automated bread delivery method that used drone-like devices and smart lockers in city centers. It was innovation on the edge, meant to revolutionize how fresh bread was brought right to your doorstep. But, in a strange twist of fate, his address had accidentally found its way into their extensive client database—not because he’d subscribed or explicitly signed up, but simply because his address was on a votive form, a part of some adjunct mailing list that had inadvertently linked him to the trial.

And the reason? Just a few days earlier, the pensioner had been trying to check the weather on his phone, a simple action that most of us do dozens of times without a second thought. But in his case, when he clicked on what he thought was a weather app notification, he accidentally opened an ad from a local online service offering “Fresh Bread Every Morning—Try Our New Delivery Plan.” It was an eye-catching banner, with bright colors and a tempting picture of warm, crusty loaves. Without noticing, he simply tapped it—forgetting it was an ad at all—and unwittingly signed up for a one-month bread subscription trial.

He had no idea how it had happened—on the surface, it seemed like he had just “tapped the wrong place,” a mistake that could happen to anyone. But deep down, he knew the truth: he had unintentionally become part of a trial plan he hadn’t sought out, a victim of slick advertising and technology’s ruthless precision. He didn’t remember ticking the box or confirming anything. The whole thing seemed like some kind of digital accident, a lapse that snowballed quickly into an absurd level of confusion.

When he learned the truth, he wasn’t sure whether to sigh with relief or get angry at himself. On one hand, it was all a strange misunderstanding—a harmless mistake. On the other, he couldn’t help but feel unsettled by how easily he was swept into something he never truly signed up for. The company had refunded his money immediately and canceled the subscription, but the strange, eerie feeling lingered—like a shadow over his small, ordinary life. And then, there was the bread. Sitting untouched at home, those loaves looked far too sinister now—dark, slightly misshapen, almost as if they carried some hidden message or warning. No matter how hungry he might have been, he just couldn’t bring himself to taste what had caused all this fuss.

In the end, the event left him with a feeling of utter helplessness—caught in a web spun by the relentless march of technology and marketing. And while the money was returned and the subscription was canceled, the absurdity of the situation kept gnawing at him. How many others might have fallen into similar traps? How often do innocent actions, like clicking on an ad or tapping a suspicious link, lead to unexpected consequences?

That evening, as he stared at those strange loaves on the kitchen table, he couldn’t help but wonder if things like this were becoming the new normal. Hidden behind the shiny screens and the digital promises of convenience, there lurked a world where mistakes could turn into nightmares—where a simple tap could lead to a trial of trial and error, or worse, an invasion of privacy. In that quiet, awkward moment, he quietly resolved to be more cautious—despite knowing full well that in a world obsessed with instant everything, mistakes and surprises are just part of the package.