Dark and Silent

The house was dark and silent. It was quite late and Victor was holding an oil lamp and carefully stepping on the stairs, trying not to make much noise. He knew, his mother would never let him go. She would tell him he will get robbed or murdered (or drunk which in her eyes would probably be even worse).
"Where do you think you're going?" somebody asked from the bottom of the stairway. His mother was standing there, holding a candle. He silently cursed and before she could say anything more, he growled: "I am not a child anymore, mother."