[ WP ] Bob Ross was actually a serial killer that painted where he buried his victims . His paintings are becoming suspicious and the body count is rising .

“ Anything we don ’ t like, we ’ ll turn into a happy little tree. Do you know why? ” 
 
 I aim my pistol at Bob Ross, my hands shivering. He paints a little tree in corner of the canvas, oblivious to the gun in his face. “ Put your hands behind your head. Now! ” 
 
 He ignores me and continues. “ Because we don ’ t make mistakes. We just have happy accidents. ” 
 
 My earpieces cackles to life. “ *Agent, agent! Do you copy? * ” 
 
 “ Yes, ” I reply. “ The suspect is with me now. Send reinforcements to the fourth floor. ” 
 
 “ *No, agent. The investigation results have come back… you must return immediately. Abort mission. Now. * ” 
 
 “ What? Why? ” I shout into the headpiece. 
 
 “ *The murders… they only take place when Bob Ross is in the studio recording his show. * ” 
 
 Bob Ross finishes his painting. He turns around and smiles at me. In his painting, I see a river lined with trees flowing into the distance. Beside the river stands a stout four-story building. 
 
 “ How? How do you kill someone when you ’ re seated here the whole time? Do you have accomplices working for you? ” I ask, my voice quivering. 
 
 He shakes his head. “ You still don ’ t get it, do you? ” he sighs. With one smooth movement, he whips out a dagger and stabs his painting. I pull the trigger of my pistol, but a throbbing burning pain strikes my chest and my shot misses Bob Ross and hit the ceiling instead. I tumble to the ground and curl up into a ball. My insides feel like they are on fire. 
 
 He walks towards me. “ My friend, you must learn to let it go. Like a happy little tree. ” He takes out a small sketchbook and begins painting a tree. 
 
 Tree branches grow out from every orifice of my body. I try to scream, but it is too late. 

