The monster on Elephant Island

A thousand times Golem has walked down the beach in the morning considering the monster that lives beneath the waves. The Thais think of it as a ghost, but Golem knows it is not a ghost; he knows this because the thing that he opened the door for several years ago resides in his mind. He has even named this entity CHarLie. CHarLie talks to him and tells him things. Of course, this verbosity is related to that most un-publishable tome that he has even given the name “The Bizarre Tale of Golem L. Window” —a story so ugly and hideous that no publisher can ever wade through far enough to see the beauty of the outcome, a beauty so apparent to its author, yet so murky and lost and muddled, containing half insane rantings, and at times, sunken to a depth that most don’t want to submerge to; and, so critical of certain aspects of present day society that many Americans see it as a sort of treason.
Golem as Golem now, not Jack, for the moment or Charls, chaffs his callused feet against the wooden floor over and over and hears that same scraping sound that he heard just before CHarLie emerged from his haven in Golem’s mind and made his appearance on the balcony — and went a long ways toward what it was that Golem found on an island that drove him insane. Of course, this happens somewhere around page five hundred in the crypt and the reader would have to see chapter two to know that Golem had found something that drove him insane. But, since that story is so unwieldy and long I will only show you bits and pieces of this thing, at present, that really happened, but is so bizarre as to make it hard to fathom—the idea of the monster on Elephant Island, the devil named CHarLie.