Unfinished writing prose

TW: Scary images, SA implications

I am writing a prose and I need some ideas on how to finish the gaps. I want it to be spiritual, or something. I just nee assistance :') 

Any suggestions are helpful!!!

He sat there.

Sitting.

Waiting.

Three thuds bleed into the corridor. She froze, her breathing sharp against the silence. Her stomach churned, sweat beading across her brow. The floor creaked. She heard the leaking of fluid down the stairs and a large thud.

Eat. Sleep. Party. Repeat. For the past three weeks, the rhythm of her routine pulsed with the wall, the party scene calling her name. But when she goes to the club and feels the booming of the bass that rattles the floor and the sweat that beaded across her brow and dripped down her back in her mini bandage dress, she can't help but feel so alive. She eats, sleeps, parties, then prays. In that order. But one day, one moment, everything changed. Her de

The rhythm of her habits fell a beat behind. Her life turned into disarray.

The bells. They pierced her brain, silencing the shrieking hisses of Lucifer's demons. Each chime struck her mind, body, and soul.

Thud.

A cross that once hung on the wall fell, situated upside down with a burnt ring of fire around it.