Nandi thought she’d finally found peace after exposing Mme Mkhize’s sinister activities. But as she walked home from the market, she felt a chill run down her spine. She sensed a presence watching her, lurking in the shadows.

At first, she dismissed it as paranoia, but the feeling persisted. She quickened her pace, her heart racing with every step.

As she turned the corner onto her street, she saw a figure standing outside her gate. Tall, imposing, and shrouded in darkness.

Nandi’s instincts screamed at her to run, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. The figure didn’t move or speak, but she felt its gaze piercing through her.

Suddenly, a car horn blared, and the figure vanished into thin air. Nandi breathed a sigh of relief, but the feeling of being watched lingered.