Every morning at the same exact time, the old man stepped onto his porch and saw it: a fresh loaf of bread, wrapped neatly in cellophane.
At first, he thought a kind neighbor was looking after him. Then he wondered if it was some new charity program for pensioners. But something felt wrong. The packaging bore the name of a store he had never heard of—one that didn’t even sound local.
By the third day, unease turned to fear. What if the bread was poisoned? Who would leave it here every night?
The Hidden Camera
On the fourth morning, the man set up an old video camera by the window. At 4 a.m., his blood ran cold.
The footage showed a drone floating silently out of the dark sky, dropping the bread onto his porch, then vanishing into the night.
Shaken, the pensioner rushed to the police.
