The Curse of Thor’s Hammer (Bucky's Creepypastas)

I’m a doctor at a mental hospital and I’m reviewing a case study of one of my patients named Alex. Alex tells me he went to his local comic shop one day and he noticed they had a replica of Thor’s hammer for sale. He bought it because it looked so real, so Alex played with it in his basement. When he broke a lamp in his basement with Thor’s hammer, it caused the power to go out in his whole house. He went upstairs to see that his parents were electrocuted like they had been hit by lighting. 

The hammer started to glow, and sparks flew out of it. Suddenly, he heard rumblings in his garage. Carrying the hammer, Alex went to the garage to see something he claims he truly couldn’t believe. It was an ugly troll eating his pet cat.  Alex hit the troll with Thor’s hammer, and it created three more trolls, great to Alex’s surprise.  As Alex was ready to defend himself against the trolls, they all bowed down to him. The trolls told Alex that he was the reincarnation of the mythical Norse god Thor. When he looked in a mirror, he discovered that he had transformed into the mythical god of thunder. Alex now had a dirty red beard and long mangy red hair. Alex also claimed he was dressed like a Viking warrior. The trolls also told Alex it was fate that he would find the hammer and become a god again. 

Suddenly memories of a past life that he never knew returned to Alex. Epic battles, friendships he has longed forgotten, and loves he has lost. The next part Alex tells me is that he asked the trolls what should he do now? They said, do whatever you want. So, he tried to bring his parents back to life and when it did not work, the trolls to told him this was all a lie. It turns out Alex wasn’t a young man living in my parents’ basement but was the thunder god being punished for past crimes. When he asked what his past crimes were, the trolls wouldn’t tell him. Alex begged the trolls to tell him.

I had to be the one to tell him that there were no trolls, that he killed his parents in a fit of rage with the hammer and had to live in a mental hospital. I had to tell Alex he wasn’t the god of thunder and that he needed help. Alex is recovering quite well, but he still occasionally has fantasies that he’s the god of thunder. Oddly enough, one night I heard the sound of thunder in the hospital and you can pretty much figure out who’s room it was coming from.