The Red Spot
There was a red spot on the wallpaper.
Mother scrubbed it. By morning it was back.
The next night it was twice as large.
On the third night it reached the ceiling.
A voice came from inside the wall:
“Could you stop washing it? I’m trying to paint the other side.”
A fresh English adaptation built around a recurring playground-horror motif. Oral versions vary by teller and generation.