forgotten chapel

Once, this petite building was the pride of the town that tended to it: its doors and pews were wreathed in flowers for every occasion, be they joyous or somber. It was repainted a pure, modest white whenever rain or snow sullied it. The small graveyard squeezed between it and the woods behind was always tended to, with flowers and offerings often adorning nearly every grave. Now? The paint has long since faded from the chapel's boards and the cobblestone path that led to its door is being gradually broken apart by weeds. The cross at the church's peak has lost the beam that once hung horizontal, and the part that remains is skewed at a crazy angle. The gravestones are no longer legible and have sunken into the earth. The front door hangs lopsidely and inside, the weather-warped boards give off clouds of dust whenever someone treads on them; pews have toppled over or sit crookedly. Very few of them remain in their former position, and even fewer retain their threadbare and waterstained cushions. The altar no longer occupies its sacred spot, either smashed to smithereens or stolen. The only aspects of the church that retains its former glory are the scattered splinters of stained glass that cling to the sagging frames. A few mice, rats, and other vermin nest in the Chapel, but other than that it's quite barren of prey.
Prey Status: Poor
Occupied by: Unclaimed