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

Gorgeous waterfalls seem to spill onto the canvas. Each one of his paintings are the most beautiful works of art you've ever seen, but you know that these masterpieces have a sinister touch to them. 
 
 The sign in the gallery reads `` Serial Art: The Works Of Bob Ross.'' The artist is a serial killer still at large, and each one of his paintings depicts the scene of one of his crimes. The landscapes seem to go on for miles, and you ca n't help but wonder where the body was found. The paintings captured your interest, to say the least. 
 
 Done with being in the gallery, you decide to go home. You drove up to the small and cozy cottage. It was in a nice and spacious community. It was a white wooden little thing, situated in the middle of a serene grass meadow. A few trees could be spotted in the distance. There was n't a neighbor for about a quarter mile, so you got all the privacy you would need. And your house was unique; every neighbor in the community had a different style, but your house was your house. You loved it. You made yourself a tea, and snuggled up safe in a warm blanket with your phone. Soft drizzle gently layered itself on the grass outside; you loved this weather. Sipping some tea from your mug and scrolling through news on your phone, you noticed a headline. It read: `` New Bob Ross Painting Seems Out Of Style.'' 
 
 Confused, you clicked the link and waited for the page to load. You start to wonder how it was odd, as usually you heard a person went missing right after the painting was publicized, but no one seemed to disappear this time. Maybe the person was isolated or did n't really have anybody to report them missing. You decided that's probably why it seemed out of style as the article mentioned. Yet you still could n't help but wonder where the body was in this picture. 
 
 The page finally loaded, and you scrolled towards the painting, feeling a sense of excitement as well as a new rush of anxiety. When you came to the picture, you first saw a few distant trees. You already loved it then. As you continued scrolling, you started to see the soft grass meadow come into view, sprinkled with the afternoon drizzle. Then you saw what made this picture so different. There was a house. A small, cozy little cottage. It was white and wooden, and it seemed to be the only house for a while. 
 
 Your face contorted into a look of confusion. Why would he paint a house? Your heart began to pump a little faster as you started working towards a conclusion, an end to this ambiguity. 
 
 You felt a slight tug at your blanket.
