The wailing of wind through barren trees. Black ice on an unlit backroad. A baker's dozen of snowmen in your yard--they sprung up overnight. Halloween may be the season of tricks and treats, but on Planet Scumm the dead of winter is for horror. Inside, we have a skin-stealing witch snuggled up next to a lost traveler--he says he came through the payphone. There's a businessman, too, over there by the fire. He's hiding from...