pride (short story/creepypasta)It was consuming him. He at the time had no knowledge of what it was but he felt the change as it happened. When he got back to earth he felt better than ever he was the first man to walk on the moons of jupiter. What life had been found on that trip was not of note (the unmanned missions had been the ones to make true scientific headway).

Once years before now (right after he got back) he had done a marathon in central park and he was trailing behind someone and a thought that was not even his own came to him like the devil himself was speaking to him “kill him” it said at first it was nothing but he kept thinking it until there was no other thought in his mind. In a split second he kicked the man down at first he was afraid but soon he felt proud like he had accomplished something. As he lived on he had more and more of these horrific thoughts. He began to hunt as a way to clear it. He noticed as the thoughts worsened his intellect did to he chose to see a doctor (yet for