Just before noon on a warm, damp winter’s day, my friend Christine and I traveled down a deserted road in the Amazonian rainforest. We were graduate students studying Bloodwood and Sandbox trees on a biology field trip. The rest of the students were in the school van, but  Christine and I followed the van in our own car so we could have the freedom to explore on our own. Music was blaring from the radio. On both sides of the street, there was an overgrown forest covered with these trees. I rolled down my window to admire them and deeply breathed the warm, sticky air. The wind was howling, and I stuck my head out the window and felt the muggy atmosphere blowing across my face. I told Christine to pull over so we could get a closer look at the trees. As we came to the forest, a hitchhiker wearing a gray hoodie with a brown backpack over his shoulders appeared on the road. We weren’t sure if the hitchhiker was a mass murderer, so my friend began to drive towards the stranger, we continued down the road to see who the hitchhiker was. I rolled down my window and said,

“Who are you? Where are you headed?” He didn’t respond.
Christine and I knew picking up hitchers while traveling in an unfamiliar place was unsafe.  My friend wanted to see if he was okay to pick up. We came to a sudden stop. Christine and I stepped out of the Road Ranger and slowly walked near the hitchhiker. He slowly turned his head, and we screamed, “Let’s get the hell out of here before he eats us alive!” we saw a glimpse of his face, which was white as a ghost. We never saw anything so horrifying in our lives. He had long fangs that were sharp as daggers, with flesh hanging from them and blood dripping from his mouth. We raced back into the car and noticed the keys were missing. We turned around and saw him holding the keys.
We ran as fast as the speed of light deep into the forest. The trees were massive, and an ancient odor of dead flesh permeated the atmosphere. As I was stomping through the woodland, I tripped over something. I quickly stood up and looked down at the ground to see what it was. I exclaimed,  “Holy Shit! What the hell is this?” Human bones were scattered everywhere. I looked to my left and saw a massive cave made of fallen tree branches. Oh, the horrible smell was so awful it made my stomach form knots.
I yelled,  “Let’s get the hell out of here!” We began to run down the trail. Moaning sounds started emitting close to where we were; we raced down the path covered in Rubber tree leaves, blinded by the fog, and couldn’t see what was ahead. 
The mist began to slowly fizzle out enough for us to see what was in front of us. I said, “Christine, look up ahead; there’s a log cabin.” Inside, the lights were on, and we saw moving shadows.
Christine said, “Let’s go inside the cabin.” Scuffling sounds came from behind us as we tip-toed near the cabin’s front door. I slowly turned around and couldn’t see what was behind me due to the darkness.
Intense snarling sounds came closer up from behind us. Groaning noises were coming from inside the cabin.
Christine banged on the door.
A woman opened the door and kindly asked, “What brings you here?”
“We were lost, saw the lights, I couldn’t take another step. My stomach began to rumble, my head was pounding, and my heart was racing; it was such an unusual feeling. I thought we could have a break from walking,” said Christine.
The woman said, “Yes, please do; come in and make yourself comfortable. I will brew you two girls something.” The room had a musty odor. My eyes began to wonder. There were red Brocket deer heads with blood-red antlers, a black panther’s head with his mouth wide open and his long pointy teeth, and his eyes were the color of the morning sun. Over by the front entrance was a seven-foot-tall Andean bear the size of a human being who stood up with his long, sharp paws, and his arms were sticking up above his head. I couldn’t believe my eyes and kept observing the room. I then noticed etchings of creatures devouring people carved into the sides with a satellite phone on top of the table in the corner of the room. There was a loud hissing sound coming near us. I turned my head to the right of Christine. There were three cobras. We sat there in silence and did not move. I thought to myself, What the hell did I get myself into?  The cobra’s eyes were the color of a red cherry that glowed in the dark, and the smooth and shiny bodies looked as if they had just finished shedding their skin. The snakes stood upright by us, watching as if we were their prey.

“The cobras, the vampire, and just wait until you meet my other son, and these are my babies,” said the woman sweetly. She seemed to be in her mid-forties, and her hair was hazelnut brown, tied in a loose bun, and she wore ripped blue jeans, a small blue flower-printed sweater, a black apron, and a pair of worn-out brown boots. Her face was pale, and her eyes were sapphire blue.
As she stepped into the kitchen, a creature with a brown hairy body, long pointed fangs, and razor-sharp claws captured Christine and me. The creature took us upstairs towards the attic above the cabin and slammed and locked the door behind it. Christine whispered, “What are we going to do? We need to find a way out of here. Blinded by the darkness, the room air was nippy. There was a scent of ancient rotting flesh that protruded in the air. I began to push on the door to see if I could open the entrance. Christine initiated to push on the door to see if the door would open. Christine observed the room. There was a chair in the corner. She whispered in my ear and told me that the covered window was high above the ceiling and covered with black cloth. I looked up and saw that the small opening was too high for us to reach. Christine stood on the chair to see if she could remove the cloth from the window. Standing on the chair didn’t work. For hours, we tried to escape, but nothing worked. Our minds were a race car trying to figure out how to get the keys from the bloodsucker. Slowly, we started to drift off to sleep.
I was awakened by snarling sounds and footsteps coming from the stairway. The vampire brought us food, and a quart of milk to fatten us so the werewolf could eat us alive. We silently sat there, devoured the grub, and guzzled the milk. Minutes later, the door swung open. The creature grabbed Christine, and I was handcuffed and tied to the chairs. The vampire left us alone in the twilight. Immediately after the vampiric left, we moved our hands to see if we could break free. My handcuffs were too tight; I needed the keys to unlock them. Christine managed to slip free due to her handcuffs being loose around her wrists. She tried to remove my handcuffs, but there was no hope the cuffs would not budge. I thought to myself, why did she do this to us?  Where are the keys? They must be in the vampire’s pocket.
Poor Christine!  to figure out how to escape this living nightmare we put ourselves through. How can I steal the keys from this horrifying vampiric creature with a putrid odor of over a hundred years old dead human flesh?  Oh, and the face looks terrifying to see with my own eyes. I thought, Oh no, he’s going to devour us alive! What in the hell have we got ourselves into? 
Christine and I were awakened the following morning by loud, ferocious screams and growling sounds from below the attic.
I said to myself, what the hell is going on? Whatever it is doesn’t sound too good.
The sound of a thump! Thump! Thump! I quickly tipped toed back into my chair and pretended to be handcuffed. The door opened, and the vampiric hitchhiker was standing at the entrance, the one who chased us deep into the woods.
“Christine!  We must flee from here and free ourselves from this horrifying torment. We need to cease all of them. When the vampire comes in, I will lie and say I must use the bathroom. Once he comes to remove my handcuffs, I will beat the shit out of him.” I declared. 
The vampire came storming in, and the door slammed shut behind him. I realized this was my moment to escape.
I began to speak to the vampire. “I need to go to the bathroom. Please help me! I beg you, please untie me?” Raindrops started to fall from my eyes and stream down my cheeks. Not a word from the vampire.  He stared deep into my eyes, turned his head sideways, and began to come towards me to uncuff me. “Thank you!” I declared. I leaped from my chair, rushed towards him, and kicked him where the sun didn’t shine. He fell to the ground in misery. I kept punching him in the stomach, then punched him in the face repeatedly, and he became unconscious. I immediately grabbed Christine, and we both opened the door and continued escaping. We tip-toed down the stairway.
“Hush, so the woman and her other son won’t hear us,” I whispered in my friend’s ear. We were quiet as a mouse; we didn’t want the cobras to sense us being in the woman’s living room. I carefully skimmed the room; nobody was around, including her pet snakes.
“Christine! Let’s get the hell out of here,” I stated. I grabbed the woman’s satellite phone and quietly ran out the door as fast as a lightning bolt back into the forest where we went. Sounds of a clangorous boom! Boom! Coming from the trees.  We need to get away from those poisonous trees.
“Run, Christine! Run!” I yelled.
  As I was hustling down the path,
“Maybe I could get some toxic juices from the dynamite trees and have the woman and her children ingest the poisonous liquids. No! It won’t work. I need to doctor it up to hide the bitter taste.  I know what to do. I’ll pick some of the dry little pumpkins. I will hunt for the perfect tree. If I should happen to run into the beasts, we will throw the fruit at the enemies.” I stated. 
Soon, it will be twilight, and we need to find our way out of this thicket of trees. There were so many trails to choose from, and we did not know which one took us to the road where my friend’s car was. We stood there for a moment, clueless about what path to follow.
“Christine! Look at this! A trail of tire tread marks! This route might lead us to the car.” I said. We ran down the path and followed the tire tread marks that led us to the road. We saw many Bloody Trees with drippy red sap, precisely the color of blood, on the left side of the trail, and on the right side of the path, there were several gigantic Dynamite Trees. As we were walking down the track, coming from behind us, we heard a familiar sound of a roaring engine. I slowly turned around to see what the sound was; sure enough, it was her Jeep. Unfortunately, a dark figure was driving her automobile, so we raced down another path; we couldn’t climb a tree because these trees weren’t just any ordinary trees where you could mount up. This tree, was the Sandbox tree. The trunk was covered with serrated thorns.
Again, I saw the dark figure man driving her car up ahead. Its eyes glowed white at night, and its figure was black, the color was similar to a dark chocolate bar. Its fingers were long, and its nails were sharp as knives and five inches long. You could barely see his facial features; we could only see his glowing eyes.
I screamed, “Hey, you Dumbass! What the hell are you doing with my friend’s car? Get the hell out of her Jeep! I’m not playing with you! Give me her keys, or I will kick the living daylights right out of you! Asshole!” the dark-figured man jumped out of her car and approached where I was. With all her might, my friend threw a little pumpkin at him. He ducked down, and she tossed the other one, and it flew five feet high in the air and landed on the earth’s hard surface; the seed blew up with a loud bang, and a cloud of soil rose from the ground.
We weren’t able to terminate him. I was beside myself to see what this small dynamite fruit could do—
“How could I capture some poisonous fruit liquids and give it to the terrifying man? There was no fricken way to deliver the toxic juices. We needed to knock him out again to get in the car and leave.” I saw a dynamite tree pumpkin on the ground. I was beside myself. As he charged me, I grabbed the pumpkin and threw it at his chest. In that instant, the vampire flew backward towards a Dynamite tree and, upon impact, by one of the tree’s large spikes. He hung there, making moaning and groaning sounds of excruciating pain. Then he was silent. I looked at Christine, and she looked back at me. We felt like the whole world was closing in on us and then formed a smile, and I could tell we both had the same idea. So we rushed back into the Road Ranger and ignited the engine using the car keys. We drove off into the sunrise; we were birds of freedom and headed home.