The Book of
Pyxicoytl, or the Predator’s Sacrament.
Extracted
directly from the /x/ board of 4chan, 2009.
The text is the
only known version, but probably even more chapters exist.
Known original
by the tripfag “Keeper of the Codex Gigas”, in between late
2005/early 2006.
For those who
wants to know, the Codex Gigas is a real medieval text. Google it for more
information.
January 18th,
2005
Found a poem
outside my apartment door today:
"Daddy,
daddy where did you go?
Inside of me so
evil will grow.
Mommy, mommy
where are you?
Inside of me,
now there are two.
Little box,
little box
At the edge of
my bed
Little box,
little box
Keeper of my
mommy's head
Little man,
little man
Hiding under
the bed
Little man,
little man
Keeper of my
daddy's head
Nobody is in
the closet you say?
The little boy
wants to play
Nobody is in
the closet you say?
Mommy, daddy,
can I play?"
January 26th,
2005
Went to work
today.
Took a shit in
the boss' file cabinet.
It had remnants
of last night's chilli.
Red clumps of
bean.
Kinda runny,
but felt great.
January 27th,
2005
I fucked my
fist today.
Dad told me it
would be like this.
It was hard
pushing my dick in after rigormortis set in.
January 28th,
2005
Dad visited
today.
He was my
second.
January 29th,
2005
Took a shit in
the toilet today.
It hurt a bit,
looked like rocky road ice cream.
Noticed a wet
hand print on the mirror.
January 30th,
2005
Mom visited
today.
She's having
sex with dad.
I caved her
head in with a hammer.
Dad's beginning
to stink.
February 1st,
2005
Ate Dad for
lunch.
Mom was dinner.
Took another
shit in the toilet.
February 2nd
Fuck that
toilet...it's scaring me now.
The hand prints
are annoying.
Shitting hurts
more now.
February 3rd
A man came out
the shower and hit me with my own hammer.
He wanted to
hold hands.
I wouldn't
because they where too wet.
February 4th
The apartment
it starting to stink.
I'm hungry.
Hope the
neighbors don't notice.
Tried
ejaculating into the ice cube tray.
February 5th
Shot pool with
some guys after work.
Got home and
played Monopoly with what was left of Mom.
No hand print.
February 6th,
2005
Didn't go to
work today, felt sick.
Could be the
smell of Mom and Dad.
Might also be
because I never flush the toilet.
The wet hand
print was on my computer screen
February 7th
Made breakfast
out of what was in the toilet.
Looked like old
milk, bacon and Pepsi.
Tasted like
Sarah from work.
February 8th
Sarah came over
today.
She didn't stay
long.
Kept
complaining about a strange smell.
I think she's
fucking wet hand man.
February 9th,
2005
Kidnapped and
raped Sarah from work.
Wet hand man
watched.
February 10th,
2005
Nothing
important happened today.
February 11th,
2005
Again,
uneventful.
February 12th,
2005
Work called.
Asked why I
haven't been coming in.
I told them I'm
coming in all the time, they just don't see me.
February 13th
Put Sarah in
the closet.
Wet hand man
has begun reading me stories.
He likes to
sleep under the bed now.
February 14th
Sarah watched
me fuck Mom and Dad.
Haven't shit in
a few days.
Bought some
Febreeze.
Toilet smells
better now.
February 15th,
2005
Mom pointed out
that I left out the year on my last two entries.
Wet hand man
didn't read me a story.
February 16th,
2005
Sarah is
starting to like the closet.
Wet hand man
read "The big bad wolf".
February 17th,
2005
Wet hand man
and I went to Home Depot today.
Only thing
interesting there was an old lady wearing tight spandex pants.
Her camel toe
looked like it had 3 humps.
3 humps.
3.
February 18th,
2005
Today I went to
the videostore.
Wet hand man
didn't come along.
He wasn't home
when I got there.
February 19th,
2005
Lost my job.
No money now.
Sarah's been
good.
I've set her
across the room so I can watch her while I'm on the computer.
February 20th,
2005
Had lunch with
Sarah.
She's started
screaming less.
She doesn't try
to escape anymore.
I guess she
really is starting to like it here.
Finally shit
today!
Life is really
starting to brighten up.
February 21st,
2005
Sex with Sarah
is great.
Still afraid to
take off her gag and mouth fuck her though.
I carved a
whole in the back of her head to fuck.
She passed out
from blood loss.
I passed out
after I came.
February 22nd,
2005
How the fuck am
I going to pay rent?
Mom is dead.
No money there.
Dad is dead.
No money there.
Sarah is dead.
No money there.
Fuck.
Shitting has
started to feel good again.
Just wish I
could let it out on the desk of my old boss.
February 23rd,
2005
That poem is
starting to bother me.
Wet hand man
came back last night and found it.
He decided to
read it to me.
Over and over
and over again.
February 24th,
2005
Sarah's face
looks funny.
He eyes are all
white and dead-like.
I drew a penis
on her face with a sharpie.
It is ironic
that I killed Sarah in February.
She is black
afterall.
February 25th,
2005
Mom's rotting
in the closet.
Dad's rotting
in the closet.
Sarah's rotting
in a chair in front of my desk.
Nothing's on
T.V.
February 26th,
2005
I need sleep,
but wet hand man just keeps reading that fucking poem.
He hasn't
stopped since he found it.
February 27th,
2005
I went outside
today.
Sun hurt my
eyes.
You could smell
the rot from my apartment.
Neighbors
haven't complained yet.
Odd.
I haven't even
heard any of them moving around upstairs.
February 28th,
2005
Rent is due
tomorrow.
Fuck.
Asked Mom and
Dad to help me out, but they just acted like I didn't exist.
Moved Sarah
behind me, can't stand looking at her anymore.
She probably
won't love me anymore now that we won't have a place to live.
Wet hand man is
gone.
He left a hand
print on my computer screen.
March 1st, 2005
Sarah whispered
something in my ear last night.
I couldn't make
it out.
She said it
wasn't her, but I know it was.
I took a
shower.
Dropped an
envelope off in the main office's rent box.
I wonder if I
should tell them it isn't the rent money.
March 2nd, 2005
The main office
left a notice on my door today.
Seems they
weren't fans of the big bad wolf.
The note said I
have four days left to turn in rent before they seize the property.
Fuck.
March 3rd, 2005
Wet hand man
came back today.
Three days left
until I'm kicked out.
I heard the
phone ring but they hung up before I could answer.
Tried to call
back and got nothing but ringing.
March 4th, 2005
I scrubbed down
that fucking toilet.
Threw up twice
in the process.
Some clothes
are packed up.
Mom, Dad and
Sarah are packed up.
Packed up the
computer last night.
Wet hand man
doesnt' want to go, he started reading to me.
Two days left.
March 5th,
Spent all last
night and most of today packing.
Tomorrow they
come to kick me out.
Made chilli for
dinner.
Last meal I'll
have in this place.
Might as well
leave a lasting impression.
March 6th, 2005
Entry A
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------decided
to (XXX/get) leave early this morning.
Currently
sleeping in my van.
I'm parked in
another apartment complex across the street.
Only for
(XXX/tonight) a little while.
Can't stick
around for too long.
March 6th, 2005
Entry B
Woke up
sweating about six minutes until midnight.
I think Mom was
crying about something earlier.
I tried to talk
to her but she was too busy swallowing Dad's cock.
Typical.
Going to listen
to the radio until I fall asleep.
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(XXX/FM) has some shit about
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March 7th, 2005
Stabbed a man
in the throat in an alley way a few minutes ago.
Only had thirty
two bucks on him.
Piece of shit.
He's relaxing
in the back seat.
That fucker
puts one god damned hand on Sarah and I'll turn his life into a living hell.
March 8th, 2005
The man I
claimed yesterday was still breathing somehow.
I promptly closed
his wound by fucking it.
It's raining
outside.
I decided to
leave the van parked in a Wal-Mart lot and went for a walk.
The rain felt
good on my skin.
Hadn't felt it
in a long time.
Reminded me
when I was younger and Dad wanted me to lay down for him in the bathtub.
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