Kakteej is a monster i thought of a while ago in the fast, But i always thought he was in my closet as a kid, I will be creating a 3D Model of Kakteej soon.

Kakteej Story:
Dawson laid in his bed wondering if his fathers words of the scary noise was really wind and many other things outside were true or just something to keep him out of his fathers closet. He has spent 3 in a half years being curious of this. He is now 7 years old with only a dad, brother, and baby sister.
"Dad!" Screamed Dawson.
"What is it, sport?" Responded Dawson's Father.
"I Heard Something, And it was scary."
"Probably the wind Dawson. Its ok."
"Yeah probably." Said Dawson knowing it wasnt the wind.
Dawson was tired of getting that response nearly every night he hears the noise. So he chose me stop being a coward and search for what is causing the noise, but he chose to look for it at the middle of the night while his father was sleeping. He searched nearly the whole entire house, but there was only one last place he didnt check, his fathers bedroom.
He walked into his fathers bedroom very quietly. He then made his way to the bed, he looked under it, nothing. He had an idea, that if he waited and heard the noise he could probably find it. So he waited, and waited, and waited. He spent about 45 minutes waiting, Until. There it was again. He followed the noise and it led to his fathers closet. Now he was terrified of opening it. He reached for it, grabbed the knob and.
"Dawson... What are you doing?" Said his father while standing up with his head tilted down with a large scary grin on his face.
"Oh, Nothing. Just looking for something." Dawson said with a gulp.
"What is it your looking for?" His father said, taking a step forward.
"... The noise." Dawson was now tearing up in fear.
" What noise Hmm?"
"The scary one."
"... Dawson all these years i have been telling you something... And that something was lies. You obviously knew it wasnt the wind or anything else i said... I will show you what it was and this something im gonna show you, is the reason your mother is dead" His Grin grew wider.
"Dad STOP! Please!" Dawson was now Pushing his back against the wall and was balling very hard. He pushed hard enough to open the door to the closet he fell in and saw something that he would never forget. Its hideous face, and its long tounge hanging from his mouth, its warts and scars on its body.
His father started to lightly chuckle until it reached a frightening height of insanity being lost. His dad reached his hand out and.... To Be Continued
Wrote By... Dawson