Izzy was wandering the library, looking for some good horror book to brighten up her days with some blood, guts, and mayhem. She was rapidly depleting her stash of horror movies, so she'd decided to improvise.
She also had been keeping her eye out for the door to the basement, mostly because her curiosity about the shit St. James and that Mallory dude were spilling was kinda intriguing, even if it was total crazy babble.
So when she'd found it, Izzy opened it up and headed right on down.
The place was dim, and kind of musty - nothing too special about it. There were bookcases filled with old books. A downright lame place to be warping into, that was for sure.