Descriptive Writing Cathedral

Sprinkling rain fell on me as I exited the grassy field. Once the blinding bright stadium lights had dissolved behind me, I quickly made a turned down to a small path that led to the foot of the metal bleachers. I looked up to see the crowd cheering up above. With my face concealed in the shadow, nobody seemed to noticed as I took two steps into the skeletal inside. Immediately, I could hear the loud pitter-pattering sound of feet echoing within the spiderweb-like cathedral. Glancing around, I saw nothing but dust, trash, and shadowy shapes. I kicked a nearby plastic cup and entered deeper inside. A familiar feeling of being watched slowly cloaked over me. I revolved slowly when all at once, a loud bang sounded followed by the shuffling, scratching sound of feet. My eyes shot up. The crowd was now standing, booing in displeasure. We must have lost the ball.
This is stupid, I told himself, what was I doing creeping under the bleacher? There was nothing but trash here, and there no old man. I probably imagined him, or worse
The walls shook, and before I could properly swing the door back open, I felt a shooting pass by my ear. It was the sound of fluttering wings that mutated into a high pitch ringing noise. I took two steps backward, pressing my hand to the side of my head. With the door fully open, I watched as the blood from the flooring spilled to the dirt. The inside was now empty.
"Dude, there you are!" Austin blurted running toward me, "Quick you’re needed back in the game. Jack got injured."
"What?"
"C'mon man."
Without time to even process the encounter I had just witnessed, I threw the door shut and sprinted, following my teammate back to the field.
Coach wasn't pleased by my sudden disappearance, but instead of a lecture, he was more than eager to get me back in. Next thing I knew, I was being tossed into the field without any word of Jack's injuries. Still jarred, I shook my head and forced my mind to the