[ 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 .

He sat at the table staring at the painting as he ate. He felt such a connection to it, this beautiful painting that looked just like the place his wife always used to tell him about. 
 
 He would get home from another work trip and she would tell him about her latest hike. She loved to explore the woods behind the house, often ending up at a place by the river where `` the large, twisting tree leans over, brushing it's leaves in the water as if even it could n't resist the temptation of running it's fingertips in the cool currents''. Or that's how she described it at least. Despite the many times she asked him to come, he was always too busy or too tired. All he wanted to do when he was finally away from work was stay at home relaxing with his wife. Now that she was gone, he regretted not taking the time to do the hike with her. 
 
 Then one day, a couple of months after she had gone missing, he was flipping channels at home when he saw the painting. A Bob Ross original that perfectly described her favourite place. He could see a rock at the bend that looked just like the one she said she sat at and a broken log on the opposite side of the river that she once watched a fox play in. The sun was even setting-her favourite time of the day-showing hues of red reflecting across the waters surface. He instantly knew he HAD to have the painting. 
 
 It took a while to find where it was being sold. His friends worried about his obsession to find the painting.. between the money he spent searching for his wife and taking stress leave from work, he was already short on money. Still, when he found it, he spent the thousands he needed to get it. So what if he needed to sell a bunch of their living room furniture. He had to have the painting. 
 
 And now that he had it, he had no regrets. It brought him a bit of peace. He knew she would have loved it. He spent hours everyday just staring at it, thinking of her. 
 
 One day, while he was staring at the painting, dreaming of his wife, he was startled by the phone ringing. He answered to find a friend telling him that he had to turn on the news channel right now. He rushed to the living room and stood there in front of the TV, as the news reporter spoke of the bodies found at places exactly matching Bob Ross's paintings and how in the paintings themselves, they were finding the victims DNA, as if Bob Ross had mixed their blood in with some of the paint before brushing it onto the canvas. 
 
 With no couch to sit on anymore, he wandered back into the dining room and sank into the chair at the table. He stared at the painting on his wall... Finally understanding why he had felt such a connection to it.
