[ 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 .

Detective Waters paced up the snowy gravel path, his hands locked behind his head, a look of frustration etched into his face. He looked around desperately, it had to be here, he knew it. Every other painting they had followed so far had led them to a body, yet here he was, with no body in sight. His mind raced `` think happy thoughts Arthur, if you were Bob where would you hide the body''. 
 
 
 
 Bob had a strange connection to the earth. He did n't see it as just a landscape, he saw it as a community, a gathering, a network of non-moving being with feelings and thoughts and emotions. When he buried his victims he did it with a purpose. He wasnt just disposing of a body, he was giving them a new life in an interconnected world. Giving a friend to the forest, or the river, or the mountains. 
 
 
 
 Art walked through the thick bushes, the same bushes he'd walked through ten times today already. The was nothing there that told him a body was nearby. It was getting dark, he'd have to come back tomorrow and bring a few extra pairs of eyes. 
 
 As he made his way back down the path something caught his eye. Off to his right there was a large clearing with a single lonely tree in the centre. As Art approached the tree he pulled out his flashlight and inspected the bark on its trunk. Two eyes and a mouth had been crudely yet delicately painted on to the tree, which now smiled back at the detective with a shaky yet terrifying grin. This was it. Art paced around the tree and found a small sapling planted about 2 feet behind the first. The ground looked like it had been turned up in the last year or so, the grass had yet to reclaim the dirt. He had n't started digging yet but Art knew for sure, this is where Bob gave his happy little tree a friend.
