Age - ten

I approach the top of a hill, I look over the side. Three ghosts grin at me. Dementor like, purple, black and red. The float quickly towards me, and I turn and run. I race straight towards my motel room, red inside.  I grab the phone and try to call for help. The locked doorknob shakes, and slowly opens. I push past them and run for my life. I am blocked by the red one. Seized by a strange urge, I stop and hug him. He grows still, then begins to expand. When I pull away, I am facing a jolly Santa Claus. He smiles at me, winks, and goes to hug the others.