Found this in my fried chicken. It was in the breαst.
I was just about to take the first bite when I saw it. Everything in me froze. One second, it was just dinner—the next, it felt like a scene from a horror movie unfolding right on my plate. A small, grey, wrinkled lump stared back at me, nestled deep within the golden-brown crust of the chicken breast. My mind raced, spiraling through a thousand terrifying possibilities: disease, contamination, or something far worse that I couldn’t even name… Continue reading…
