This is an excerpt from my church journey. It's not perfect by any means :)

The church was tall and imposing with many stained glass windows, flickering in the sunlight. All around me were gravestones, covered in moss and inscriptions of the dead. Apparently the dead rose at night to kill humans, I didn’t believe it though. The church was just ahead of me. It smelt like damp wood and it had an air of something ancient. There were two lion shaped doorknobs each gilded with gold. I pulled both and the door swung open to reveal- a chamber.
To my confusion there were no seats, altar or organ in the corner. However I could hear something, a moan perhaps or a gentle whisper.
I started to walk inside. The doors banged shut and I was thrown into a fierce darkness, the sound of my boot steps matched the thud of my beating heart. I was alone. The chamber contained one object- a statue. What happened next was to chill me to the bone. A tear ran down the statue’s cheek, but not just any tear-it was blood. Suddenly, the whisper I heard started to scream. “Run,” it said. “Run!!”