[ WP ] Each of Bob Ross ' landscape paintings is a real place , the different locations of his countless murders .

Camping is your favorite thing, or at least one of them. Well, I suppose I lied. It's never anybody's favorite thing, really. Sure, you can say that you enjoy the solitude and quiet, but in reality we're all the same once night falls. Once the last spark of that sunset you profess to love to much falls below the horizon, you realize that you're left alone out there in the dark. At night, no matter where we are, we all get the least little bit scared. It's natural, I do n't blame you, but you must admit it's true. Camping, however, only multiplies the feelings to the point where no matter how hard you try to hide them you know that you're alone. 
 
 Quiet.... You hear that? No, no you did n't... Then again, I suppose... 
 
 You never really know what `` that'' sound is, the one that you always hear outside your tent at night, the one that seems imagined but never really is. There's always some sort of reality to it, never quite enough to really get you going though. You're always caught between climbing out of bed to ensure that everything is alright, and staying quiet hoping whatever it is will go away. Most of us opt for the latter, after all it takes a real scared person to climb out of bed in the middle of the night and face what dangers might lie outside. 
 
 There it is again, you could swear it's getting closer. 
 
 The pale moonlight shining through the trees is only ever broken up by the leaves swaying in the wind, creating dancing shadows on the canvas of the thin tent that you trust with protecting you. Every now and then, though, you know you see something interrupting the dance of the shadows, something that is n't natural. 
 
 It's really a shame, I suppose. This place is so wonderful in the daytime, and then you get so scared of it at night. It really is n't the place I suppose, just the way it makes you feel, that feeling of having nobody nearby to protect you. As selfish as it is, you have to admit you sort of wish that somebody else was there to provide another target. 
 
 Not tonight, however. 
 
 Not tonight. Tonight, it's just you and me. Of course, you can take some confidence in knowing you are n't alone for once. A good many people have gone through this, they know your pain and your fear. I recall one specifically; it was a nice little spot. A good view of the mountains, and lovely trees. Very nice trees indeed.. Happy little trees. 

