You look left, right and left again. Your house is completely quiet and the lights are off. This is your moment to slip away and go to a party you shouldn't be at.

You tiptoe down the stairs, and the floorboards creak under your weight. Nevertheless, you manage to reach the front door. Just as you are about to grab the handle someone catches your arm.

"Where are you going, kid?" His voice echoes in a heavy bass from the narrow hallway. "To bed. Now. I don't feel like listening to your excuses"