Apartment 11C.

APARTMENT 11C
Rented by: Stanley Blumenkraft
Co-signer: Eric Martinson

Stanley Blumenkraft is the sole resident of Room 11C. He holds an overly paranoid view of the outside world and ingests mass quantities of anti-depressants just to wake up in the morning, much like any sane man. No one knows exactly where his rent money comes from, but there are rumors Dino Drac just keeps him around for laughs. Stanley was born and raised in this very apartment to a stewardess that took a deadhead flight to Miami and never came back when he was still to young to shave.

After a brief stint at the tail end of the Vietnam war, Stanley returned home to his humble apartment, worn and weary. He had narrowly escaped death multiple times and still wasn’t sure if he had made it out of the jungle alive. Sometimes, in his lonely pad, he contemplates if he died in that grenade explosion afterall and that life in Dino Drac’s complex is nothing more than riding out eternity in limbo. His only interest in interacting with his neighbors is to steal their newspapers each morning to ruin the illusion of the passage of time and wake them up to the horrible truth.

He is tormented nightly by the din of groans and banterings from creatures not of this earth through the thin apartment walls. The best he can do is swallow down a handful of Ambien with a Mad Dog 20/20 chaser and pray it drowns out the scratching made by Leviathan’s nightly visits. Life is good in Room 11C.