I used to be bus monitor of my school bus when I was in 5th grade and I would have fun making up scary stories (involving the kids themselves) on the fly, things like they're cursed and to break the curse they have to join the cult of the dead monkey. In order to join I needed to collect their pinkies, etc etc.
So these kids for some reason always gave me their fullest attention when I told them the story but just about every afternoon I'd have a mass cryingfest on the bus.
Come to think of it it's not a very nice thing but I guess if they liked listening so much...
...I think it helped me in my originality though...
