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It's actually quite unlike anything we've ever seen before. A giant hairy creature, part ape, part mad.

In Larkness, a 24-mile long bottomless lake in the highlands of Scotland.

It's a creature known as the Loch N about monsters. I'm Blake Smith.

And I'm Karen Stolznor. Well, it's that season again. The time of year when

the veil between the mundane and the monstrous wears thin. People are pulling on furs and masks and

taking to the street to transform into frightening horned entities. Well, they'll be going door to door,

performing time-honored rituals, and extracting hospitality,

usually in the form of rich, fattening food, or strong spirits, from neighbors who are half-terrified

and half-delighted, for tradition says you do not refuse the mask.

It's a time of sanctioned chaos and licensed misrule, where the social order is slipped

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