After catalouging it and writing down its inscription the poor man thought nothing more of it until it was time to leave the dig. Now since this man was not rich he would often smuggle certain pieces of his finds through customs to avoid paying duties and having to worry about pesky governments wanting to examine the most precious of his findings. Packing some of his ill gotten treasure away safely inside shaving cream cans, socks, and souvieners, he unwittingly placed the statuette inside of his camera. After returning to Greece the gentleman turned his findings over to his university for further study, all that is except the tiny gorgon which lay insisde the camera, forgotten in the bottom of a suitcase.
Time passed and the man married, his wife became pregnant, and they awaited the birth of their first child. A short time before his child's birth he found the suitcase while trying to make room for the crib. Feeling the weight inside he opened it up to find the camera; and what luck, there was still film in it. Thinking he would use it to photograph the birth when it happened he dusted it off and placed near the front door.
When his wife went into labour, he grabbed her, the camera and a jacket and drove to the hospital at top speed. The son was born healthy and strong and his father to celebrate took a picture of mother and son. They were instantly turned to stone. Devastated by the loss, the man threw away the camera and took his own life.
It is up to the storyteller the entire effects the camera has, for example is it possible to reverse the effects of the camera? Can the statue be removed? What happens to those who are changed to stone? Where is it now? Where has it been? All those possiblities and more are for you, the fiendish storyteller to decide.