He Came Knocking 3 Weeks After His Burial 

Just as Mary reached for the doorknob, a sudden car horn shattered the silence.

She froze.
Her hand trembled in midair.
Outside, everything was still — too still.

Then came another knock.
Followed by a voice.

Familiar. But different.

“Mary! Mary!”

Her breath caught. “Mum?” she whispered, stepping cautiously toward the window.

Pulling the curtain aside, she saw her mother standing on the porch, weary but smiling.
“Mum… you didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“My phone went off,” her mother said softly. “I should’ve been here earlier, but the car broke down. Please, open the door. I’m exhausted.”

Mary hesitated only a moment before unlocking the door. She looked around — the street was empty. No sign of Peter. No shadow, no echo.

She quickly locked the door again.

Her mother studied her face. “You look pale, my daughter. What’s wrong?”

Tears welled in Mary’s eyes. “Mum… I saw Peter. He knocked on the door. I heard him. He said he couldn’t sleep outside.”

Her voice broke into sobs.

Her mother wrapped her arms around her. “I know what you’re feeling, my child. Sometimes, when the heart aches too deeply, it plays tricks on us. You miss him — so much that your mind tries to bring him back.”

“I don’t know what to do without him,” Mary whispered. “He was my world. Only two months after our wedding, and now he’s gone…”

Her mother brushed away her tears.
“It’s okay, my dear. I’ll stay with you. But remember this — life takes from us sometimes, yes, but you must never lose yourself in the pain. People go. Things fade. But your purpose remains. Peter has finished his part and gone home. Now it’s your turn to live your story.”

Those words sank deep into Mary’s heart.

In time — months later — the tears came less often. The house grew lighter. The air softer. The haunting silence turned into peace.

She never heard the knock again.

A year later, Mary found love once more. Life moved forward, as it always does.
But deep in her soul, one truth remained:

This world is not our permanent home. So live fully. Love wisely. And no matter what life takes from you — never stop choosing joy.

— The End —
Expect another story soon.
Written by Dede of Africa