A Fetish of Flesh

A Brutal, Blood-Soaked Descent into American Cannibalism, Obsession, and Insanity.

 

 

A feature-length horror film from Demented Media. Back it if you dare.

The film

You cannot save them. But you can help make their suffering legendary...

A Fetish of Flesh is more than a horror movie — it's a blood-drenched love letter to the golden age of gore, where the monsters weren’t CGI and the screams were earned.

There are places in America that don't show up on maps. Forgotten corners, rotting beneath the surface of modern civilization.
Carrington Creek is one of them. Nestled deep in the Appalachian backwoods, it’s a place where the trees grow thick, the screams don’t echo, and the dead aren’t always buried.

When a group of film students inherits an old farmhouse in this secluded stretch of nowhere, they think they’ve found the perfect setting for their final project. But the truth is far more disturbing than any script.
The Blackwood Family lives there — or rather, they perform there. They don’t just kill. They don’t just eat. They create. Murder is theater. Torture is expression. Pain is legacy.

And now, you’re invited to watch the show.

WHY THIS FILM MATTERS

A Fetish of Flesh is not safe. It’s not sanitized. It doesn’t wink at the audience and apologize for being a horror film.
This is a movie that stares you dead in the eyes, then rips them out.

We’re not here to give you another cookie-cutter slasher or soulless digital ghost. We’re dragging horror back into the muck and blood where it belongs. Back to when it was physical, visceral, and dangerous.

This is a defiant middle finger to every PG-13 remake, to every lazy jump scare, and to every watered-down excuse for “scary.”

This is horror for people who missed the golden age of guts. And we’re bringing it back with a vengeance.

WHAT YOU’RE FUNDING

Every dollar you contribute is a strike against mediocrity. Your support goes directly to:

  • Practical special effects and prosthetics that look and feel disturbingly real

  • Custom wardrobe and set design built from the ground up for authenticity and grime

  • On-location filming in isolated, rural Ohio woods

  • A handcrafted original score designed to crawl under your skin and stay there

  • Local cast and crew who live and breathe indie horror

  • Post-production polish to ensure the final product hits harder than a Blackwood hammer to the skull

We’re not here to make a film that pleases everyone. We’re here to make a film that haunts you.

REWARDS FOR THE DERANGED

We don’t hand out participation trophies. We offer only the grotesque, the exclusive, and the unforgettable:

  • Early digital screening – Be among the first to witness the carnage

  • Name in the credits – Your soul gets stitched into the body of the film

  • Exclusive merch – Shirts, posters, and gear you won’t find in any store

  • Custom prop or costume piece – Take home a piece of the madness

  • Be in the movie – Die screaming on camera. Leave your mark on screen.

  • Associate or Executive Producer credit – For those brave (or twisted) enough to go all in

Backers at higher tiers will be remembered. Not fondly. But deeply.

WHO’S BEHIND THE BLOOD

Demented Media is an independent horror production company founded by Freddie Meade and Timothy “TJ” McDonald, based in the heart of Ohio. We've spent the last decade studying the anatomy of fear — and now we're ready to carve into it ourselves.

Our obsession is authenticity. Our medium is terror. Our mission is to resurrect the brutality that made horror unforgettable.

We don’t make movies that stream in the background while you scroll your phone.
We make movies that follow you into your dreams and start rearranging the furniture.

THIS IS YOUR INVITATION TO SUFFER

Help us finish the ritual. This film is happening — but how far we push it depends on you.
Every scream, every broken bone, every gutted frame gets more savage the more you contribute.

Don’t just be a fan of horror. Be part of something horrifying.
Support the film. Spread the word. Tell your friends. Scare your enemies.

And when it’s done, you can proudly say:
“I helped make that nightmare real.”

The Blackwoods are waiting. The woods are hungry. And the Fetish is far from satisfied.

Back A Fetish of Flesh. Because sometimes the only way to feel alive…
is to watch something else die.

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