She had been feigning deficiency of Vitamin D for some time, and spent one hour every day in the lawn, to soak the sun.
Her eyes were fixated on the door of House no. 404, which did not open, and the dark curtains did not give any clue of life inside. She considered herself lucky today, as she saw an old man emerge from the door and get into the car parked outside, talking to his wife on the door,
“Need to get the device repaired, if I wish to continue on Netflix.”
So, all that she heard were sounds from movies, and not what was happening in that house. The story she has been writing in her mind for long, ended in a flash.