It never ends

This all started one very normal night. No clouds in sight and stars as far as the eye could see. Some of my friends and I enjoy being scared, so much so that we actively seek out terrifying thrills. This night was no different. We had spent several nights 'investigating' different places of alleged high paranormal activity. Investigating probably isn't the right word to describe what several young adults are doing trying their kicks from getting their pants scared off but that's a little beside the point. The place we were on our way home from was purportedly one of the worst. Even so we had no strange encounters outside of the common creaks, moans, and bangs afforded to old buildings long past their life expectancy. My two friends were fast asleep, one in the passenger seat and the other in the back of my beat up, old sedan. Listening to the familiar tune of 'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd, I began to doze off because of all the sleepless nights we'd been having trying to scare each other shitless. I jerked awake realizing that I was driving when I noticed the headlights bearing down on me. I swerved to the right to get back in my lane and as I did I swear I saw something between our vehicles. I couldn't make it out entirely because it looked as though it was made of smoke or fog but it did have a vaguely human shape to it. My friends, both shaken awake by my sudden swerve began to curse me out for nearly killing us. We made it home fine that night, maybe a bit shaken but no worse for the wear. I slept soundly that night and most of the next day, well into the afternoon. I stumbled into the kitchen half awake and threw on a pot of coffee. I turned around and realized something about my apartment seemed amiss, like something minor had been moved or slightly misplaced but I couldn't put my finger on it. That's when I noticed it. The figure I had seen just before almost becoming a human pancake to a semi-truck. It wasn't entirely there and I could barely see it as it stood on the edge of my peripheral vision watching me. I was too terrified by its presence to move or even turn my eyes to it lest it realize that I had noticed it. Fear built up within me as I felt a strong urge to turn on my heels and run but I knew I had to stand fast. I couldn't let it know I had seen it. The more my eyes saw it the less I could comprehend the figure. It seemed human enough but it's face looked like one of those scream masks except the jaw hung about a foot lower and the face was contorted to the side much further. It had no limbs as far as I could tell, everything below the neckline was just some amorphous blob. As I prepared to try and swallow my fear to turn around and act as though nothing had happened it faded away. It didn't just disappear in some fabulous poof of smoke like you seen in the movies, it just faded away like smoke if could look like a fluid. I brushed the entire encounter off as my mind playing tricks on me or projecting something I had expected to see during my excursion with the fellas. I grabbed my coffee and sat at the table. I put on some cartoons to ease my mind. The rest of my evening was completely normal. Around 3 in the morning I began to get tired so I figured I'd head off to bed. I walked into my bedroom to find that my overhead light bulb had burned out so I turned on my bedside lamp. It cast long shadows on the walls in the light yellow glow of the bulb that stood barely at waist level. I could have sworn that I saw one of those shadows move but, once again, I chalked it up to my mind playing tricks on me especially considering I just spent the entire weekend hoping to be scared out of my mind. I crawled into bed and turned out the light when I saw it again, on the far side of my room. It seemed as though it was made of pure darkness as there was no light on it, I could only make it out because it seemed darker than the rest of the night. This time I knew it saw me noticing it. It proceeded to lurch closer to me one shaky movement at a time. I reached for the light hoping to cleanse the room of darknes