Gargoyles

Inside this strange forbidding plantation
On the edge of a death-laden bayou
There is a horror beyond belief
A scientist turns his cobalt rays
On the revolting scaly monarchs of the swamps
To transform men into hideous living gargoyles

What are you doing?

Living gargoyles

You didn't have to hit him

I'm not leaving here, Mrs. Hawthorne
Until I get the answers to the questions that brought me here
What have you done with my husband?