The Book of Pyxicoytl - The Predator’s Sacrament
The first time I read this ‘creepypasta’ was around a year ago, on4chan’s /x/. Several times it’s been mentioned since that first time, but only now I’ve come to develope some sort of ‘obsession’ with it. The original text can be found in http://thebookofpyxicoytlorthepredatorssacrament.webs.com/ and it seems to be a very recent page, as it says:
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.
So, this version seems to be the newest one:
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.
——- (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.
A quick Google-fu reveals an old thread from 7chan’s /x/, a blog post and two myspace with blog entries on it. Now, these versions posted in both Myspace’s blogs seem to differ slightly, but the only difference I could spot was where they put the 18th January entry. A bit of chatting on Facebook with a fellow /x/phile revealed that there were supposedly more parts written, but that they were regarded as products of ‘another hand’ as the styles varied, according to him. He called the story “Boxwood Coyote”, but even googling that didn’t come up with new results.
Mr. Bell, in his Myspace blog, says about this book:
More about the Pyxicoytl. I have given these some thought, so here are my answers. Other questions have been asked, but these should cover most of them.
Who made the book?The book was written by a tripfag named Keeper of the Codex Gigas. No one has been able to dox him (a dozen or more have tried) and there isn’t much to go on.
What is it, even?
Supposedly it is the diary of a serial killer.
How did you run across it, or what is your history with it?
I ran across it on /x/ a long time ago, somewhere around the end of 2005 or beginning of 2006. My history with Pyxicoytl is complicated, though.
The best way I can explain it, I have become a focus of sorts for the people who have a fascination with the book. My friend Jay had a really bad time tracking it down and it made him batshit for a while. I wrote a few blog posts on it, offered a few of my theories on the contents of it, and eventually things settled down. Then I deleted my blogs and things started getting weird.
People of a certain mindset can develop an obsession with the book. Something in its pages strike a chord with many folks, and I guess when they can’t find validation of its existence they get a little nervous. That is how it happened with Jay. He swore up and down it was real, told me he saw it on the internet, but it wasn’t there any more and Google turned up only two hits - neither of which led to anything substantial. Since I was the only one who had kept a record of it for public view - that I know of, at any rate - my blog deletion became a conspiracy among the fine netizens of /x/. The truth is, I deleted it because I wanted to focus on serious writing, and not creepypasta.
Do you have any of it I don’t already have?
I don’t. What i have collected is all that has ever been posted by Keeper, and I only posted it if I had fairly strong evidence it was authored by him.
Other authors, however, have added to it. It may be due to the obsession the book carries with it.
It fascinates me.Its does me, as well.
Fascinating would be an understatement in my case. Moving on, after cleverly finding the Google Caché button next to the Blogger post (that had been deleted) , I could find the old entry that revealed something even more interesting about the book:
The Book of Pyxicoytl (translated ‘The Predator’s Sacrament’) is not what people think. They believe it to either be the ramblings of a mad man or just some internet legend. I wish the latter were true.
It was originally posted on http://zip.4chan.org/x/imgboard.html in early 2006 by a man who called himself ‘Keeper of the Codex Gigas’. A man by the name of Gene kept a blog and set out to uncover the mysteries of The Book, but like others who tried to desperately - failed miserably.
It’s been…well…entertaining to say the least, to watch people literally drive themselves mad over this story.
The story was written not by ‘Keeper’, but by my old roommate Ellis Weldrich. Don’t bother googling him - you’ll find nothing.
Ellis, or Elly as I called him, was to put it simply - a nut job. He claimed to see visions of the past and future. He would speak of terrible things that he saw in his dreams - horrific, disturbing and disgusting visions. On March 6th, 2005 he left the apartment - of course, the things he described didn’t really occur. There was no corpse in the closet or shit filled toilet. On March 8th I went looking for him since he just up and left - without giving me money for the bills. I never found him, only the diary.
I had lurked on /x/ for quite some time and decided to post the diary - not in it’s entirety, because what I found was much too disturbing to even type. Being fond of /x/, I was hoping to have them help me decipher it - no luck. Perhaps I will post the entire book.
Now, what’s strange about this is the time range in which they were posted. All entries were posted on 2009, yet the book is supposed to have first appeared on the Internet in 2006. I can attest to its antiquity as far as 2008… but still, the whole thing somehow reeks of an ARG/hoax in the making. Maybe the PMs are laying low for a while, or maybe this whole thing is real and there’s some disturbed little guy out there who never paid those bills and wrote mindfucking journal entries. Either way, I’m having enough bricks to last for a week at least.
