PAIN BEHIND THE BEAUTIFUL FACE
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Amahle's pov
My father appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a look of concern on his face. "What is it, Amahle?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
I took a deep breath and tried to explain. "I heard scratching at my window," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "It sounded like someone was trying to get my attention."
My father's expression turned grim. He quickly moved to the front door and locked it, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"I'm calling the police again," he said, his voice firm. "This is getting out of hand."
As he spoke on the phone, I heard the scratching sound again, this time louder and more insistent. It was like someone was trying to claw their way into my room.
I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that Xolani might be closer than I thought.