I ran into this once. I was tormented by severe insomnia, around 3 am, I am alone. I heard about such an optical illusion, they say: "if you stare at your reflection for a long time in poor light conditions, you can see distorted perception and all sorts of unclean ghouls." I decided to try it. Since I didn't have a candle, I took the phone, pointed it at the ceiling and put it aside. I sat down in front of the mirror and looked into it. A minute passed. I saw nothing but a pimply face). But after about 2 minutes of clearly examining the structural features of my eye, I began to notice some kind of paranormalism: black eye sockets like in horror movies, shadows behind them made a rave party, my face was floating like wax. For the sake of a stronger effect, I continued to stare into my eyes. After 5 minutes from the very beginning of the "procedure", all of the above intensified, but I did not feel any particular discomfort. And then my cat touched the clothes hanging on the chair and she fell. At that moment, I crap. My heart jumped out of my chest and there was a slight shock. The main horror stories went after the mirror: as I moved, I faced different shadows and incomprehensible sounds (my imagination was weighed to the fullest), due to the load on my eyes, visibility appeared in the twilight, then disappeared. The effect disappeared 5 minutes after turning on the music.
In general, it's a good option to tickle your nerves. I remember with a smile and a slight tremor.
One of my acquaintances "spiritual" (a lover of all paranormalism) decided to somehow beat the "atheistic arrogance" out of me: late at night he took me, closing my eyes, into a dark room, set opposite several mirrors with a candle set at an angle to each other in his hand, left the room, turning on the chants of the Tibetan monks, and gave the command to open his eyes. 10 minutes of eye-to-eye meditation with its own reflection did not give anything special: the rear reflections float and flicker in time with the fluttering fire, the reflection that you look from the eye periodically "flows" in pieces disappearing (the blind spot jumps from refocusing the eyes). Everyone looks very tired, including the Tibetan monks in the background.
It was about 15 years old. Everything is according to the canon: a candle, a mirror, one at home. It was, of course, not night, but deep evening. But nevertheless. As the commentator said above, everything is decided by the candle and how it burns, because a single light source that "jerks" and gives a different shadow each time. All visions and hallucinations are built from this. And even if my brain got used to the dynamics of changing shadows and all the evil spirits that strove to kidnap, kill, eat and even scare me, then it was not used to my static and motionless face in reflection. Standing like this for about five minutes, settling all visions, you involuntarily begin to yawn, which I did. The distortion of the face caused by my yawning, which is still in my head and from which I am excited every time I remember this story, is not the most pleasant thing. The body did not allow to move. He looked into his distorted face in the mirror more and more and could do nothing more. At some point I managed to take a step back, but it was not there. Imagination was played to the fullest and it was already unstoppable. Taking a step back, the babies were waiting for me behind my back, whom I just calmed down a minute ago, and then the drive began. Rigor and slight shock, behind the baba, and in the reflection my distorted face. At some point, he found the strength to blow out the candle and retreated. On tiptoe. Reverse. Without looking back. Turning over in the dark into what was in the room, I safely went to the crib under the blanket, because I knew that no one would get me there. So yes, it's true.
It was in the evening, at the mirror in the corridor. After washing my face, I stared at my face for possible imperfection. Upon completion, I simply met my own reflection and hung. I was standing very close, so that only the face was visible, and the edges of the mirror, and even more so the walls around its perimeter were not visible, and an eerie impression was created that there was no mirror, but in front of me there was simply something with my appearance, and in absolute silence looks at me intently. I say "something" because I felt an outgoing threat, even hostility, outright hatred in my eyes. It was scary. You know, in films this is shown: a person turns away from the mirror, and the reflection looks at him from there. The glamor passed, and I went to bed in deep thought, because any sofa psychologist will interpret this matter in a known way :)
Well, one day I tried to perform a ritual where I was required to look in the mirror. Just look in the mirror. In the eye. Late at night. At the "witch hour". With candles in hand. Thanks to the candle, I think the imagination has gone completely. Since the shadows from behind were constantly moving, and my sick mind found familiar images there: people, monsters, all kinds of undead. In general, there was a real shadow theater behind. The scariest shadow theater in my life. But fuck them, these shadows. The worst thing is that when I'm tired of already standing and staring at my own eye; I will add, you had to look without stopping until you feel that your face begins to change. So, I stood like that for 10-15 minutes, my body was already tired and moved my head down a little, as a result, I did not deliberately stumble upon the so-called blind zone, and the eye into which I was staring so hard fell out of my field of vision. That is: I am standing in the bathroom, late at night, with a candle in my hands, behind me, not only is it a rather terrible dance of shadows, but also my eye has evaporated.
I remember trying 10 years ago) Well ... how to say, the sensations are not pleasant, clarity disappears, the face begins to distort, the imagination walks. I did this even in daylight, and if at night, then well, nafig. In general, I didn't like it, I haven't tried it again.