I found this site via reddit.com, just thought I'd share my experience.



My house was broken into about 10+ years ago. The intruders trashed the house, stole some things... and bound and gagged my Mom and beat her. I had left the day before to drive a friend home to another city, and came back the next morning minutes after the intruders left. This made me a suspect to the detective investigating, and as wronged as I felt about that, I understood why.



I agreed to take a polygraph (I was a 18.. I had nothing to hide, and this would allow them to get off their arses and go after the real criminals, so I said ok.. I didn't know any better)



I hope this doesn't need to be said, but of course I was not involved. I love my family, and I love my mom more than anything. I had nothing to do with this.



So the detective took me downtown to some police station, and introduced me to the guy doing the test. He hooked me up to the machine, and we started. He began by showing me a card from a deck of playing cards, and then shuffling them. He read them out one by one (it wasn't a full deck I don't think, I don't remember), and when he was done, he told me which card it was that I had seen earlier. He was right.



Next he began with the real test. But before I go any further, let me just tell you what was on my mind that whole morning. Beavis and Butthead. lol, yes, those two. The one where Beavis tells the truth and the machine keeps saying he lied, and he gets more and more nervous until he's a wreck. Part of me said "I have nothing to worry about, since I had nothing to do with this.. just tell the truth and I'll be fine.", and part of me kept thinking of that cartoon..



So anyways, the test started. He had to stop and start 7 times... 7 TIMES for one reason or the other. (I coughed. I was taking too long to answer. I cleared my throat.. etc..)



Here's how the questions went:



Him: "Are you in Canada?"

Me: "yes"

Him: "Are you on the Moon?"

Me: "No"

Him: "On the night of <whatever> did you plan to have your mother beaten and robbed?"

Me: "?!?! No!"

Him: "Am I wearing a hat?"

Me: "..no"

etc..



The questions just kind of hit all of the sudden. I could feel something inside when he asked.. it was like "This is it! This is the big one!" I told the truth on every single question he asked... But that feeling I got inside when he asked those big questions... I wasn't lying, but I knew there was a huge weight on that question..



Anyways. By the end of it, he turned off the machine, and sat there and stared at me for several minutes. Then he said "You disgust me.", I looked at him like "What??" Then he said "I'm sitting across from a little f-ing degenerate rat bastard, you make me sick. You did it.. You did it...."



And he went on and on, until I was in tears. I tried to explain, but I couldn't talk I was so choked up, and he kept interrupting to tell me how terrible I was, and what he would do to me if he wasn't a cop, etc..



Long story short, my mom wouldn't press charges, they stopped investigating, no-one was ever arrested.



I had nothing to do with it, I told the truth on every question, and in the end they said I lied...





Update:



Wow, lots of views. I see someone posted this link on Reddit. I normally don't talk about this, or even post much of anything about myself, kind of regretting it now. Normally I'd just hit delete after typing it all out, lol. I figured I'd respond here since people will be reading here. I don't want to use my main account there either, I normally try to keep online life+real life seperate. So, to clear something up:



About the "pressing charges" and "stopping investigating" things. Sorry, I don't remember exactly how everything happened back then, my memory may have moved things here and there over time, I may have been a bit misleading as well.. As best I can remember though, after I got back from the test, the detective came in and explained what happened, and my mom flipped. She started giving the guy hell because I was still pretty much in tears. She started yelling at him about how he knows nothing about me, and this is all BS. I was still freaked that they thought I had something to do with this, and thinking they're going to try to put me in jail for something I didn't do (dumb kid, I know). I recall my Mom saying something about her never pressing charges against me, so not to worry. After that little heated exchange, we didn't really see anymore police after that. Although I vaguely recall a different detective coming by a few days later. The gist of that talk was: "We think we know two guys involved (there were either 4 or 5 that broke in) but we really have nothing solid. Sorry, but this happens all the time, and we have to move on to other cases, so we're done."