It happened as fast as the chicken pox.
She died.
Then, she lived. Then, she died.
Then she lived just like that: popping in and out between life and death just like the puppet called Jack-In-the-Box.
This was abnormal.
Ms. Baxter gave the only two people in the building a fright.
This incident happened several times in the middle of the night.
It seemed like the teenager who witnessed the incident was lying.
She was not.
Somehow, Ms. Baxter kept dying.
What a fiasco.
Just when the lights go dim.
What a night.
These strange occurrences kept happening until 6 A.M.
Christmas is a time of giving.
From that moment on, Ms. Baxter remained in the land of the living.
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