[ 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 .

A blank canvas, 
 what a way to start. 
 He inhaled, long and strong, taking in the smell of oils and paint. 
 He eyed the red with a smile, his hand so desperately wanting to dip his brush and swirl until the whole canvas was nothing but red, but not today. 
 Today, was the woods, all browns and greens, and, of course, the lake. 
 He could still smell the fresh air, that woodsy, earthy smell, but it could n't cover that metallic smell - that smell permanently attached to him, masked unwillingly by paint and Cologne. 
 The lake had been murky, perfect for just what he was up to, and it had been as still as his companion. Soon, it would be disturbed and the water would riffle. 
 He would add that into his painting, he decided. The riffle was an important part. 
 
 Slowly, he dabs across the canvas and he speaks so calmly when he wants to scream. 
 He wants to go mad, with that familiar giddiness, but he has plenty of time for that later. 
 The thought just thrills him. 
 
 His painting is almost complete. 
 The trees are there, tall and detailed, just as beautiful as the real thing. The sky was vibrant, blue, not a cloud insight. 
 All that was left was the lake. 
 
 He paints it so carefully, 
 every detail has to be exact. 
 First, there's blue, then green, and it looks so gorgeous just like that, but here comes the disturbance that makes him grin in a sick way, and when he's done, he's so pleased with himself. 
 He did it. 
 He captured what he thought could only be scene in person, but there it was, the water quaking with new weight within it. 
 She was a pretty gal, 
 and it's a shame she could n't be included, but maybe one day. 
 
 He placed his brush down with a satisfied sigh before turning to the camera with his signature friendly smile, the one that made it easy to lore people in. It was time to sign off, and start having some real fun. 
 
 `` I'm so happy with how this one turned out, and I hope you're happy with yours too. You know,'' He chuckled, eyeing the painting with fondness, `` I think I might just keep this one for my personal collection... I'm Bob Ross, saying goodbye for now, and I'll see you next time with a brand new scene.'' 
 
 
 

