I wrote a story called "Yellow Paper Day" about some events that happened in college and asked a friend to give it a once over for my usual errors. (I'm a comma splice heavyweight, and the commission of grammatical errata is my specialty.) She asked if the title was an allusion to this story, though it was clear my story had nothing to do with this one. Since I had never even heard of this, I told her "no." She was surprised since this is so well-known among the literary intelligentsia. And though she didn't say she considered me among that class, I was nonetheless flattered and filled in this hole in my education posthaste so as to be more deserving of the association. Now this country bumpkin of a boob is part of the literary elite, so watch out bizzitches. 
 I enjoyed this quick journey into madness. It reminds me of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson even though there's no ghost and the cause for the insanity is different, but I liked this more because it was short. Hill House dragged and became tedious, but the length of this is like baby bear's book for Goldilocks: just right. Solid recommendation.