[ 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 .

It was the trees that got my attention. The timing of everything was more than a coincidence. It had to be. She went missing in early fall, just when the trees are changing color in northern Minnesota. We had seen an increase in missing persons lately but we hadn ’ t connected the dots yet. 
 
 You can ’ t blame me for having my vices. Sure I ’ m a man of the law but after a long day or on a big case lighting up a joint just helps me zone out. When Tera first wet missing something just felt familiar. I couldn ’ t put my finger on it but I felt like I had heard the story before. I sat on my couch thinking about her. Was she still alive? Maybe she just got lost. It ’ s easy to get lost in the woods after all. 
 
 I lit up a joint to take my mind off the day and turned on the TV. Nothing good on as I kept changing the channels. The weed was kicking in. I need a drink. When I came back I looked at the TV. His hair is what caught my attention. Puffy, curly, light brown afro. Somehow it worked for him. I chuckled and sat back down on the couch. His voice was calming and almost entrancing. The sound of the brushes on the canvas was relaxing. It was magical how he was taking a line and making it into something. It didn ’ t feel forced at all. He just painted like he had always been there and wanted to show you how beautiful it was. 
 
 I don ’ t know how long I sat there, how many paintings he did. Every one of them I felt like I had been there. Like I had stood on that shore or in that forest. It was on the fourth painting that I started to realize the reason they were familiar. I had been there. The trees. They had been that shade not too long ago, a few weeks at most. Right around the time Tera went missing. 
 
 I thought back to the previous paintings I had seen him do. A small pond in the summer on the edge of a forest. The edge of a lake in early winter. It couldn ’ t be. 
 I got up and rushed to my car. It was getting chilly now. The cold breeze snapped me out of my high a little bit. I had to get to the station. As I rushed in the only person there was Gina on dispatch. I barely said hi to the poor girl as a hurried find the case files. Theft. Domestic. Drugs. Missing Persons. There it was. I put it on the desk and started piling up the files. Where was it? There. Mary Johnson. Missing June 18th. Last seen near Dooley ’ s Bar and Grill. About half a mile from Fischer ’ s Pond. I knew these places looked familiar! Another one. Tina Francine. Missing November 8th. Last seen leaving work at the Quick Stop. Barely a mile from Whistler Lake. 
 
 I could hardly believe what I had found. How did everyone miss it? Months, years he ’ s been doing this and telling everyone exactly what he did. Yet no one saw it. Not until now. Now to convince everyone… 
 
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