Wes Craven gets his ideas from somewhere.

Furnace

There was once a time when homes were heated using fireplaces or perhaps stoves that burned wood in the middle of the kitchen. But that is ancient history to many and now homes are heated by devices that are sealed away for various reasons (many quite practical) in the obscured regions. You find them in unfinished basements and sealed closet rooms, the secret parts of our lives that a neighbor over for tea is never shown. Likewise, skeletons and shame are hidden in the obscured regions of the mind, which, not surprisingly, serves as a home all its own, though built of stranger stuff than wooden cross beams and polyvinyl insulation. The darker parts of our lives are hidden away, so our neighbors can’t see, hidden in the house of mind, tucked away in the basement or the closet. No surprises come then, when physical objects become threatening, so close to the spirits of hidden memories. Even the dullest object suddenly becomes sinister, hidden in half light, where bare light bulbs connected to dangling strings are enough for maintenance, but little else. Emotionally linked as both are ignored and somewhat repressed, mental shadows merge to become one with the physical, and the kids are told not to play there, as the parental shunning is passed on to the next generation, easy fodder for a prop in a horror movie. Thus a common and useful contraption can become a furnace of nightmares when we forget to shine light throughout every corner of our house.