What is left unbloodied is the remains of what you think may have been a cathedral.  An outdoor area with a high vaulted ceiling.  In a giant stony mess you can make out what used to be a magnificent statue perhaps of the priest of this church.  What are now blood-spotted pillars holding the roof up were once walls filled with grandios paintings and stained glass windows.  It seems a stream of mass suicides, or sacrifices, have been made at the candle lit altar.

But don't totally relax yet.  What's that?  Do you hear something, something like a faint whine or a whimper?  Glancing around quickly, you cannot determine the source of the sound.  It then dawns on you that you're outside and it probably is just a cyote or a wolf in the distance.

Suddenly, you feel cold, bony fingers grippping your ankle tight...