Nighttime occult employees refer to individuals who work during the night hours in occupations or industries related to occult practices, beliefs, or supernatural phenomena. These employees can be found in various sectors, including entertainment, education, and spiritual services. In the entertainment industry, nighttime occult employees may work in haunted houses, theme parks, or horror movie productions. These individuals are responsible for creating a frightening atmosphere, designing elaborate sets, and using special effects to evoke supernatural experiences for visitors or viewers. They may also act as performers, playing the roles of ghosts, zombies, witches, or other supernatural characters. Nighttime occult employees in the education sector often teach courses or lead workshops on occult subjects such as astrology, witchcraft, tarot reading, or spiritual healing.
I was a lost soul searching for a quick fix of amusement and I was sorely disappointed by the entertainment’s inability to arrive to the show.
And so, more than 20 years after my mother first told me of that nighttime episode, I found myself surrounded by people who believe they can explain it. As we approach the sliding doors after settling my car into its space for the ensuing hours, Meghan pointed out a truck parked under a sign No Parking, Towing Enforced.
Nighttime occult employees in the education sector often teach courses or lead workshops on occult subjects such as astrology, witchcraft, tarot reading, or spiritual healing. These individuals are knowledgeable about esoteric and mystical practices and aim to share their expertise with students seeking to explore these alternative belief systems. In the spiritual services industry, nighttime occult employees can be found in various roles.
The trolls of Walmart: An existential look at nighttime shopping
Nighttime Walmart’s reputation as a seedy and uncouth location has reached urban myth status. Internet forums are lined with the images of otherworldly ogres of nighttime Walmart. Like a believer in the occult, I set out Friday Jan. 29 to search for the unusual in my local nighttime Walmart.
I prepared for my nighttime foray into the Wendover Walmart by trolling sub-reddits and “People of Walmart.”
I scrolled past images of people whose clothes were five sizes too small, shoppers whose carts were filled with the items that were contradictory to their future owners’ appearances and a few stories that are too vulgar to be placed in newsprint.
I was armed. I was ready. With my steno pad in hand and my trusty bodyguard, my roommate, Meghan — whose slight build next to my willowy body would fail to create any kind of physical intimidation if needed — by my side, I was ready to enter into the forbidden territory.
The black sea of asphalt that lines the entrances to Walmart was almost void of cars. Aiming for a parking space adjacent to the functioning entrance of nighttime Walmart, I sailed across the vastness of the asphalt Walmart Sea.
I had almost reached my docking space when I found myself in what could only be described as a one-sided Mexican standoff with a white Nissan. My opponent showed no signs of acknowledging my presence and duly sped off towards the road, missing my bumper by mere inches.
As we approach the sliding doors after settling my car into its space for the ensuing hours, Meghan pointed out a truck parked under a sign: “No Parking, Towing Enforced.”
Painted on the side of this rebellious truck was the phrase “Towing Services.” Meghan and I shared a glance that communicated a scornful appreciation of the contradictory truck. “Someone should tow him,” Meghan remarked.
One couple, who looked to be in their forties, was clad in pajama pants and winter coats.
The woman’s wispy hair reached to her shoulder blades as her eyes reflected a long day of work.
Her gait was more sluggish that her partner’s, suggesting that she would rather have her head on a pillow than her feet crossing the threshold of nighttime Walmart.
He, on the other hand, propelled the car forward with such vigor that his beanie, which bobbed six inches above his partner’s head, accentuated her zombie-like shuffle into the grocery department.
Two young ladies, who appeared to be either in college or freshly graduated, headed into the depths of the grocery department, their toes aimed towards the sweets section.
“We don’t need to eat that!” remarked one of them. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, as this is a phrase I often exclaim right before consuming a delectable substance. Sure enough, the giggling duo paused in the candy aisle as if transfixed and hypnotized by a box of chocolate.
We had been inside nighttime Walmart for 45 minutes. I was relatively disappointed by the lack of unusual characters. As far as I could tell, my fellow nighttime Walmart roamers were far cries from the Internet images that will forever be seared into my memory.
Meghan and I had returned to the grocery department, thinking that perhaps we should also buy some chocolate.
Passing the frozen section, we glanced down the aisles, and there she was; our first nighttime Walmart oddity.
Her crisp black pea coat was set in juxtaposition against the American flag bandana that was wrapped tightly around her skull. Her hands were void of basket, cart or store product.
Her forehead pressed against the glass of the freezer door, yearning to consume the Stouffer’s lasagna that lay within.
As we passed behind her, she step back an inch. Her gaze was an odd combination of despair and indecision. I never saw her blink, and I’m almost convinced that the lasagna had managed to lure her into a hypnotic trance.
For the next hour we roamed the aisles of nighttime Walmart. As time ticked on, I began to believe that the nighttime Walmart employees were multiplying.
It seemed as if around every bend, there was a person clad in khaki pants, navy shirt and blue vest. Their movements began to look mechanical: hand in box, lift product, place product on shelf, repeat.
Around 2:00 a.m. we spotted a few people in the electronic department purchasing batteries. They appeared normal enough but I was suspicious of what seemed like an unnecessary purchase at such an odd hour.
We ducked behind a console, masking our surveillance in a game involving Iron Man, the Hulk and post-apocalyptic sewer creatures.
I kept an eye on the dubious battery purchasers, while managing to force Iron Man into an eternal state of flight. Within minutes the nighttime battery customers were headed towards the door, and I was left with the faint realization that they were two of the sanest people I’ve ever encountered.
After spending three hours roaming through the bleak halls of nighttime Walmart, I began to wonder if the virtual reputation of nighttime Walmart was larger than nighttime Walmart itself.
Sure, I had met a lasagna abductee, but weren’t the other customers I encountered sane for shopping at a time when they fought neither for the last item on the shelf, nor for a spot in line?
Where were the kooks? Had I spent the last three hours lurking through empty aisles while the oddities of nighttime Walmart caroused on the opposite side of the store?
Then it happened: I found the nighttime Walmart troll. Her lace-up ankle booties were caked in dried dirt that she hadn’t bothered to chip off.
The calf-high socks that peaked over the tops of her boots were folded down to show the innards of woven snowflakes. Her grey leggings clashed horribly with the fuzzy eggshell colored jacket that puffed around her torso. Her eyes gleamed out of a pall face that was void of any signs of makeup.
Her hair scrambled around her cranium in some sort of position that was neither pulled back nor set free. She had spent the last three hours roaming the aisles of Walmart, scribbling on a piece of paper every time she saw another living being.
Her friend, a girl who looked like she belonged in an afternoon coffee shop rather than the unsavory aisles of nighttime Walmart, trudged behind wearily, eyes glued to her phone and occasionally yawning. She was staring at me, unamused, from inside a mirror that was propped against the shelves of a home decoration aisle.
I was the nighttime Walmart employee’s worst nightmare; the girl who roamed aimlessly through aisles, the girl who picking up merchandise without the intent of purchase, the girl whose shrill cackle drowned out the din of the florescent lights humming overhead.
I was a lost soul searching for a quick fix of amusement and I was sorely disappointed by the entertainment’s inability to arrive to the show.
This image of myself, which stared bitterly back at my corporeal form, seemed to realize a truth that stemmed from the nihilistic thoughts of Nietzsche; if we search too long for the nighttime people of Walmart, we will become the nighttime people of Walmart ourselves.
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It seemed as if around every bend, there was a person clad in khaki pants, navy shirt and blue vest. Their movements began to look mechanical: hand in box, lift product, place product on shelf, repeat.
Some work as psychics or mediums, offering services to individuals seeking guidance or communication with the supernatural realm. Others may work as spiritual healers or energy therapists, using alternative practices such as reiki or crystal therapy to assist clients in achieving mental, emotional, or physical well-being. The main idea behind employing nighttime occult employees is to cater to the growing demand for mystical and supernatural experiences. Many people are curious about the unknown and seek to explore different belief systems or engage in activities that provide a sense of mystery or excitement. Nighttime occult employees play a crucial role in creating and delivering these experiences, whether through entertainment, education, or spiritual services. However, it is important to note that while these employees may work with occult or supernatural themes, not all of them necessarily believe in or practice these concepts themselves. Some individuals may simply have the necessary skills or knowledge to create or deliver the desired experiences, even if they personally do not subscribe to the beliefs associated with them. Overall, nighttime occult employees contribute to the diversity and richness of the entertainment, education, and spiritual services sectors. They cater to individuals seeking unique and immersive experiences related to the supernatural or mystical, while also providing opportunities for personal growth and exploration..
Reviews for "The Otherworldly Profession: Nighttime Occult Employees Speak Out"
1. John - 2 stars - I was really looking forward to "Nighttime occult employees" but was ultimately disappointed. The storyline felt disjointed and the characters lacked depth. It had potential, but it fell short in execution. The concept of a group of employees working in the occult world at night is intriguing, but the plot failed to deliver anything substantial. Overall, it left me feeling unsatisfied and wishing I had spent my time on something else.
2. Sarah - 1 star - "Nighttime occult employees" was a complete waste of my time. The pacing was painfully slow, and the dialogue felt forced and unnatural. I couldn't connect with any of the characters, and their motivations were unclear and inconsistent. The plot lacked any meaningful tension or suspense, making the overall experience dull and uninteresting. I struggled to finish the book and would not recommend it to anyone.
3. David - 2 stars - Unfortunately, "Nighttime occult employees" did not live up to my expectations. The writing style was stilted and repetitive, making it difficult to engage with the story. The world-building felt underdeveloped, leaving me confused about the rules and logic of the occult employee universe. While there were glimpses of interesting ideas, they were never fully explored or exploited. Overall, I found the book to be a disappointment and would not consider reading any more from this author in the future.
4. Emily - 1 star - "Nighttime occult employees" was a complete disappointment. The characters were one-dimensional and lacked depth, leaving no room for investment or connection. The plot was predictable and offered no surprises or twists. The dialogue felt forced and unrealistic, making it difficult to immerse myself in the story. The book overall felt like a generic and uninspired attempt at the occult genre, and I would not recommend it to anyone looking for a captivating read.