HOW I FOUND OUT THE RESTAURANT I ATE AT WAS USING MENSTRUAL BLOOD IN THEIR COOKING — ANONYMOUS MAN SHARES SHOCKING STORY

I wish I could say I heard it as a rumour.

But I saw it.

I had been eating at the restaurant for months. It was cheap, popular, and always full. People joked that the food had a way of pulling you back. Even when I tried other places, I still craved theirs.

The day everything changed, I went earlier than usual.

The restaurant was quieter. Only one worker was around. I asked to use the toilet while waiting for my order, and she hesitated before pointing me toward the back.

That was where I saw something I wasn’t meant to see.

Behind the kitchen, near a locked inner room, was a covered bucket. The cover wasn’t fully closed. Inside were used sanitary pads soaked with fresh menstrual blood.

I froze.

At first, my brain refused to process it. I told myself it must be trash waiting to be disposed of. But then I noticed something else a small pot beside it, separated from the rest of the kitchen utensils. It looked deliberately placed.

When the worker noticed me staring, her face changed.

She rushed toward me and asked what I was doing there. Her hands were shaking. I asked why such things were kept so close to the kitchen.

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she told me quietly, “If you value yourself, don’t ask questions here.”

That was when fear hit me.

Later that week, I confronted someone who used to work there. After much hesitation, she confirmed what I already suspected. She said certain things were added to food on specific days things believed to “bind customers” and keep business booming.

She said menstrual blood was one of them.

I stopped eating there immediately.

Days later, I started asking around. Other former workers told similar stories. Different details, same pattern: secrecy, monthly routines, restricted access to certain areas, and warnings never to talk.

The restaurant shut down suddenly not long after.

No explanation. No notice.

Till today, I don’t know how long it had been happening. I don’t know how many people ate there without knowing what they were consuming.

What I do know is this:

Some secrets are not rumours.

Some discoveries change you forever.

And some places should never be visited again.