I was petrified to enter the house.

Gregg's head could not be seen from the window or door. I puttered around my flowers for a while and then silently went in. I saw where Gregg had put a chair up to the window, and stood on it to make himself appear tall. But, I don't think Jim seen him anyway.

After that no one stopped at the house. After a week, Gregg was only two feet tall. I thought, he can't hurt me now, but still, afraid to leave. He still could be strong as an ox.

I heard the moving of a chair in the bedroom one morning. I had been sleeping on the sofa at night. I opened my eyes and watch as he came out. He had wrapped a towel around himself and was on his way out to fill up on the dirt, which he ate steadily then.

I had sneaked into the bedroom each morning, when he went out the door, and hurriedly searched for the truck keys, but to no avail. I couldn't find our cell phones either. He would be out only a few minutes, so I was afraid and unable to search thoroughly. This went on for days.

I hoped when he failed to go to work on Monday, that Jim would come back. I felt sure that since my husband had become so small, he would not come out again.

Monday passed, and the following Wednesday, I lay waiting for Gregg to come out of the bedroom. This time I was going to try and speak to him.

It had been hours since daylight, and still no Gregg. I heard no sound, so I went to the kitchen and decided to cook pancakes. It was the only food left; all the meat had been used, and I couldn't go out to shop. Previously, Gregg and I went to town on Friday night, and replenished our kitchen.

I choked my pancake down; as I knew I needed to keep up my strength, for whatever was to happen next. I felt like a prisoner. Was I losing my mind? I had, for the past few days, spent the entire time in my garden; anything to keep from thinking about the unnatural scene going on in our home.

At eleven o'clock that morning, I could endure it no longer. I sneaked up to the bedroom door and stood with my ear against it for a few minutes. There was no sound, so with my heart in my mouth it seemed, I silently opened the door.

I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The bed was empty and Gregg was gone!