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Spontaneous self-combustion

I prefer well-planned self-combustion myself. People need to start planning these things.
 
I combusted and lived to tell the tale ... to damn sKeptics

As a survivor of spontaneous human combustion, all I can say is .... OW!

Seriously...

My body mass index is 20 (that means I'm slender,) I'm not a smoker, nor do I consume alcoholic beverages. However, 15 years ago I combusted.

It was ten o'clock on a fine June morning. I'd just gotten out of the shower and was dressed in cotton shorts and a loose cotton shirt. My long hair lay wet and freshly washed on my shoulders and down to the middle of my back.

I stepped out on my front porch to admire the garden flowers glimmering in the morning sun. I was facing east, watching the sun come over the mountain, when I said to myself, "That sun feels warm on my back."

One second pause. My back was facing west. It was ten in the morning.

A quick glance over my shoulder showed flames. I ripped the shirt off over my head and ran into the house. I looked at my back in the mirror and saw blue flames shooting out of my body. Horrified, I ran for the shower to douse the flames in cold water.

By this time, my neighbor ladies were in my house calling my name. They helped me, they didn't want me to look in the mirror, they were horrified. I felt strangely calm as I gave orders ... bring me a freshly laundered, extra large, white shirt ... call my doctor ... call my husband ... keep me warm ... don't touch me. Then the pain hit. I looked in the mirror. I was charred from shoulder to hip. Blackened and blistered.

I didn't have to wait in line to get medical treatment.

I had second, third and fourth degree burns on my back. My long wet hair probably saved me from worse injury. I had never heard of fourth degree burns before. That was the area where blue flames had been shooting out of me. Meat burns blue like that on a barbeque sometimes, when the heat is too high. The charred proteins and fat give off a rank stink. That's what I smelled like. It's not a good memory.

I spent the next six weeks laying on my stomach while the burns healed. Mostly, I was left without scars, except where the blue flames burned brightly. The blue flame spots took a full 18 months to heal to the point where I no longer felt any discomfort.

There were many theories about what happened to me. I had not been near an open flame. No candles, no pilot lights, no matches, no irons, no hot burners on the stove.

My personal favorite conspiracy theory was that I had been zapped by a spy plane testing laser technology. I have some weird friends.

My explanation is this: A few days earlier, a hand mirror had been dropped and broken on the porch. It had been swept up ... by a teenager. After the traumatic incident of my spontaneously bursting into flames, we combed over the area and found a small triangle of mirror resting at an angle against a small rock sculpture.

By a weird combination of circumstances, I happened out onto the porch in an old cotton shirt at exactly the moment when the morning sun hit that triangle of mirror. It was a cloudless morning, the first cloudless morning in days. I got zapped. Not by a spy laser or by demons or some paranormal energy ray. I got zapped by sunlight on a piece of mirror on my own front porch. I think. It's the only rational explanation for what happened.

I was not on that porch for more than one minute when I felt the heat on my back. I ripped that shirt off in a matter of seconds (yes, I was naked in front of the astonished eyes of my neighbors) and I was under cold water in another 45 seconds. I still cannot explain how my flesh caught on fire. Or how I developed 4th degree burns in less than 2 minutes.

(For the record, second degree burns hurt like hell and fouth degree burns don't. I guess the nerve endings are fried.)

People who catch on fire tend to flap around in a panic, to run, instead of getting the flames out and the clothes off. If you're on fire, it's not the time to feel modest about exposing the sacred white bosom to the astonished masses.

Weird things happen in this life. Finding an explanation that isn't weird or dismissive or blaming is not so easy. No, I am not fat, I do not smoke, I'm not soaked in alcohol and I don't lounge around against open flames. Can anyone say blame the victim! Sweet Jebus, those explanations annoy me.

After the initial trauma of the incident, it was fun investigating the causes. We spent time catching cotton cloth on fire with a piece of mirror and sunlight. We never did catch meat on fire that way. Maybe the conditions had to be just right ... and they were that morning when I stood on the front porch. I'm just glad my hair was wet.

Now ... be nice. Don't tell me to go torch myself for science. It wouldn't be polite.
 
Hi Gayle. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow! That sounds excruciating.

I spent too much of my childhood waiting to spontaneously combust. I came across the phenomena and was utterly convinced. It wasn't until I was an adult that I stopped believing it might happen.

What did the doctors make of what happened to you?
 
I'm a hottie!

Matilda, you must have been under the influence of Stephen King's "Firestarter" as a child. I have friends who think I have hidden abilities I haven't learned to control yet.

Yikes!

When I presented myself for medical treatment and was asked how I caught on fire, I replied with honesty, "I don't know. It just happened." Then they shot me up with morphine and not only did I not know, but I did not care.

As treatment progressed, the doctor who treated me (and knows me as a rational being) thought the sunlight on mirror theory sounded right.

Why did my flesh catch on fire? One possibility is that I had just gotten out of the shower and it's normal for me to apply cologne, which is alcohol based, after I dry myself off with a towel. However, I don't put cologne on my back as a general rule. Did I splash carelessly that morning? Did I lay it on heavy? I just don't remember. Would alcohol on the skin surface cause deep burns into the layers of ... (aak!) ... meat?

My main point in telling this story is to show that weird things can happen. It strikes me as unscientific and illogical to ridicule or dismiss or try to retrofit the weird thing into preconceived notions so that we can attribute a weird thing to a non-weird cause. Okay, a mirror is non-weird. Blue flames shooting out of my flesh remain weird to me, even after all these years.

If anyone has a non-weird explanation, I'm willing to listen. (I've already heard all the weird ones, including Fire Demons.)

I don't think people spontaneously combust from the inside out. But people do catch on fire. Sometimes, inexplicably. If we hadn't found that piece of mirror, there would be no explanation at all. I have a couple woo friends who look at me and my rationality with pity.

They need a full explanation, so they fill in the blanks with whatever satisfies their emotional need to know. Not knowing makes them uncomfortable. I'd rather not know than fill my mind with nonsense just so I wouldn't have to experience the sense of being a puny human who doesn't have all the answers.

I can explain my shirt catching fire. But not me catching fire. Anyone have some non-weird (and non-ridiculing) ideas to offer?
 
I think I got a book from the library. I was small. There were pictures. I was traumatised.

Your explanation does make a lot of sense. I can't think of a better one, but I have little to no knowledge of fire and burns except they're dangerous and painful.
 
I can explain my shirt catching fire. But not me catching fire. Anyone have some non-weird (and non-ridiculing) ideas to offer?

Well, I can only suggest a combination of sun, mirror, cotton and cologne. Anything alcohol based on your skin could potentially be very bad if you caught a minor flame. Having not tested the particular product though, I can't be sure about its properties. But as a general rule anything alcohol based is more or less flammable. Other ingredients play a role too, I suppose.

To summarise, sounds like your case was very unfortunate but scientifically plausible.
 
I have long hair, and I tend to put cologne on after I get out of the shower. Here's the thing - sometimes I'll put the cologne on, wipe my face on the towel after a few minutes, say after brushing my teeth. The towel will still be wet. Cologne gets applied to the towel, and what if I were to after wiping my face off, try to dry off my hair a little more? If my hair were still fairly wet, the water and cologne in it would wash down my back.

This setup may be too complicated to be realistic. I wonder how much cologne you would have to wear to get enough on your back to actually catch fire, though. I also wonder if it's possible that this happened if it's possible for some of the cologne to be absorbed into the skin?
 
Honeycutt, that scenario does not sound plausible for my conditions. However, it represents a possibility.

I don't even know if I used cologne that day. I couldn't remember at the time. Probably, maybe, likely, but not for sure. I doubt if I've ever used enough cologne for it to drip or run. And it's unlikely I'd put it on while still damp.

Do I remember using cologne that day: No.

Is it likely I used cologne: Yes.

Do I usually soak myself liberally: No.

Could I have soaked myself: Yes.

The unreliability of witness memory is one of the things that complicates weird events.

Memory expert Elizabeth Loftus would have fun with me.
 
That's a very odd story, Gayle. Could there have been some kind of combustible contaminant in the shower water?
 
Was the shirt investigated? Some shirts are very flammable and if there was something on the shirt that was even more flammable.
 
The shirt was about ten years old, manufactured before the days when clothing was supposed to be flameproof, 100% cotton, but it didn't need ironing so the fabric had been treated to prevent wrinkles. It was soft as silk. It had probably been laundered at least 500 times in those ten years. It was my favorite around-the-house shirt.

It was freshly laundered, by me, and I'm fairly certain it hadn't had anything spilled or sprayed on it. That much I remember. The doctor specifically asked about the shirt. He wanted to do a product safety alert.

All that was left was a pile of ashes and a corner of fabric about an inch square, with a shell button attached. It looked like a pile of burned newspapers.

When I pulled it off in flames, I tossed it onto the concrete walkway leading to the porch. It burned on it's own, with no other fuel. The way it burned was surprising to me. The cotton twill shorts I was wearing weren't even singed. They were new and had a tag saying they met clothing flammablity standards.
 
Dephi, I missed your question at first glance. Nope, don't see how it could have been the shower water. My wet hair saved me from being burned worse. It didn't combust and the burns on my back did not go higher than the ends of my wet hair. But ... my wet hair was laying on the shirt and the shirt burned like newspaper.

Here's something to add to the mystery...

It was a man's shirt -- big, loose, and long. Female body curving in and curving out at the normal places. Now, use your imaginations. The blue flames (and deepest burns) were located about one inch above my natural waistline. The shirt hangs off my shoulders and down over my rear. It's loose, not tucked in. It wasn't touching my body at the waistline, not when I was standing up.

Where did those blue flames come from? Why in a place not in direct contact with the burning shirt. That's the part I can't explain.

Sun ... mirror ... loose cotton shirt ... normal female curves ... it's a mystery.

I know that before the night's over I'm going to be sloshing cologne over a piece of meat and trying to catch it on fire.
 
Gayle, I have an easier explanation. God was playing with his new magnifying glass.
 
Gayle, when I had long hair (mind you, it was waist-length), any shirt that long would have been pretty wet to about my butt... about 2 or so inches beyond where my hair ended. I've got thin hair, but ther'es a LOT of it, so it holds water rather well.

That shirt would not have been dry and not hanging on your feminine curves. It would have been wet and plastered to your back.

It could have been that the mirror was at the right angle at the wrong time and caught the lower portion of the shirt on fire, which in turn, continued to combust, despite your wet hair. The worst (as in the hottest) flames would have actually been towards the bottom of the (dry) shirt. As such, your waist would have been the first of your (poor, poor) flesh to get singed by the worst of the flames.

The other tests you did... did the cotton burst into the same type of flames that you had beforehand, or were they yellow? Remember, blue flames are HOT... and therefore would do more damage than say a flame that was hot as a candle flame.
 
Gayle, could it be possible that you were already on fire before you got out?
As in: The shirt started burning slowly after you put it on and just startet burning you when you were outside? Maybe some heat source on your way out?

ETA: Or maybe some weired chemical reaction? You don't have sodium in your household somwehere close to where you keep your shirts, do you?

FR
 
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I saw a program on TV about a similar situation: A lady put a wet seashell in her pocket, and on the way home her pocket caught fire, shooting blue flames, etc.

Can I ask, Gayle, did the resulting smoke/fumes have rather an awful or noticeable smell? Not just "cooked meat" smell, I mean.
 
Some Answers & an Experiment...

The Human Cinder answers some questions...

My hair came to my shoulder blades, not to my waist. It was damp, not dripping, having been wrapped in a towel and the excess moisture squeezed out before I got dressed. So my shirt was not damp and clinging to my body, held down by my damp hair.

I tested that this morning. My hair comes slightly below my shoulder blades. It does not dampen a shirt all the way down or hold the shirt against my waist.

There was no open flame or heat source inside or outside the house that could have ignited me That was one of the first things we investigated. No gas pilot lights, no heaters, no candles or incense, the kitchen stove was not on, no electric curlers and no clothes iron were even plugged in. It was a lovely June day, about 75 degrees F. outside, a few degrees cooler inside.

There were no scortch marks or soot on the shorts at all. Not a mark. The shirt tails hung down over my bottom. There were no ash marks or soot stains on the shorts. Not a speck. Soot and ash do not rub off without leaving a dark mark. When the shirt burned on the walkway, the ashes were black and sooty. I first felt the heat in the center of my back, slightly below my shoulder blades. I think that's where the shirt ignited. Strangely, I never felt heat or pain where the blue flames shot out above my waist -- until later.

I didn't notice any smell other than the smell of incinerated animal flesh, but then I was rather preoccupied at the moment so not noticing doesn't mean it wasn't there. Nobody else mentioned any smell other than the way I smelled.

There's nothing in the closet except clothes, shoes, purses, hats and some cedar filled sachets, along with various clothes hangers, and a wire shoe rack. The enterior hadn't been painted or fumigated or sprayed with anything. The walls are drywall painted white (years ago) and the floor is hardwood oak planking. I sweep and damp mop the closet floors, but I have never polished, oiled or waxed inside the closets. I wouldn't want the odor to permeate the clothes. I have never stored any kind of household chemical or cleaner in a bedroom closet. Sodium of various kinds are in the kitchen cupboards.

When we experimented catching cloth on fire with a mirror and the sun, we succeeded in creating smoke and a smoldering burn, but no flames. Without additional fuel, like bits of dried grass, the fire would go out on its own. That may have been due to chemical treatments of fabrics. I don't know for sure.


This morning as I applied cologne, it became clear that alcohol evaporates. Cologne dries on the skin quickly. I timed how long it took me to splash on cologne, apply lipstick, dress casually, and walk out the front door to the porch, with hair still wet. Five minutes. We need to experiment...

I will buy a chicken. I will cut off the back, leaving the skin in place (to simulate human skin.)

I will warm it to room temperatures, wash it in bath soap, dry it thoroughly, rub it with the lotions and potions I normally use after a bath, douse it liberally in cologne, cover it with several layers of cotton guaze, dash to my neighbor's house, and then, using tongs, I will hold it over the blue burning flame on my neighbor's gas cooking range (or gas barbeque.) I will keep the chicken wrapped in the guaze to simulate the shirt, which was manufactured before clothing flammability standards were made law. The cottom guaze in my bathroom medicine cabinet does not say it has been treated to retard flammability. I doubt that it is. It's used to bandage booboos.

Under normal circumstances, a piece of chicken would NOT catch fire when held over a blue cooking flame. It would cook, but not flame on it's own.

Would this experiment suffice to test the flammability of cologne on skin? Please advise.

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Would this experiment suffice to test the flammability of cologne on skin? Please advise.

I certainly think it would test the hypothesis, but I personally doubt the hypothesis and think it might be a waste of chicken. It seems like the alcohol would have evaporated far too quickly to cause such flames.

It seems highly unlikely to me that a thin young female would burn so readily and produce blue flames. My attention is turning more and more to the shirt. I think the fact that you used it around the house so much might be highly relevant. Did you clean house in that shirt?

Maybe you should hear out Zep's idea before you burn an innocent chicken.

ETA Thanks for sharing this with us. It's very interesting.
 
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