One time at a school camping trip in the fifth grade I told a scary story, everyone was a little freaked out going to sleep which made me feel proud of my story telling skills but the one thing that made me regret it was in them idle of the night I herd a loud wailing common g from far away. I gave a boy nightmares and he woke up screaming and crying so loud I could hear him from two cabins away. He said he was scared from the story and everyone blamed me.
Don't do it.