Hazel Court

Great Falls, Montana, 1965. Me and a bunch of my buddies are at the movies watching Masque of the Red Death and goofing around like 13 year old boys do when suddenly our popcorn shoots up out of our laps. Nope, Roger Corman hasn’t suddenly managed to throw an actual scare into one of his horror movies; Hazel Court has just come crashing out of the mist in a see through nightie and none of us will ever be the same again!