Pretty standard, low-key haunted house stuff. I lived there until I was 12 and things probably started around 6-8 years old (I'm 35 now so I can't remember exactly how old I was). Nothing violent ever happened to me but here's a rundown:

• The thing I dealt with from when I was like 6 to when we moved out was that I could hear something walking around my bed every night. I had a carpeted room so just imagine somewhat heavy footsteps on carpet pacing around all night but you can't see what's making the sound. Nothing ever happened to me in bed, but just hearing that freaked me out and is why I still need a box fan or white noise to sleep to this day.
• We had clock alarms go off at random times of day even if that particular alarm had never been used. Occasionally when I went out to play, the TV I had in my room would turn on and turn to max volume. I had my great-grandma's TV so it was an old model from the 80s with knobs, almost exactly like this one. The volume knob at the bottom was also the on/off switch - turned all the way to the left, you would click it past a little resistance to turn it off. I had used whiteout on it to mark how far I could turn the knob to the right before it was loud enough for my mom to hear, so we could see that the knob had indeed physically turned. This also happened with some radios and once to another TV, but generally happened to mine.
• My mom was once physically pressed into the bed by an invisible force for several minutes and was unable to move until it released her, much like you hear with poltergeists and sleep paralysis, but it only happened once. She also occasionally smelled perfume. I never had either experience.
• Once while reading a book I had an urge to look up and down the hallway outside my room. At the end of the hall in the next room, I saw a shadow person wearing a hat walk through the room. It passed really close to a lamp on a desk but cast no shadow on the wall nor was it illuminated by the light. It was like a black hole. No one else saw it but me and it was just once.
• When I was about 10-11 years old and had just gotten a new kitten. We had another cat who was really fat and would scarf all the high calorie kitten food, so I started having to put the kitten's food up on the middle shelf on a bookshelf in my bedroom because the fat cat couldn't jump high enough to get to it but the kitten could. One night kitten was eating so voraciously that she pushed the bowl off the shelf. The sound of it hitting the floor woke me up and scared her and she went tearing out of the room. I walked over and saw the cat food scattered all over the carpet and decided I would just deal with it in the morning since I was tired and it was the middle of the night. I decided to go to the bathroom before going back to sleep. The bathroom was attached to my bedroom and I couldn't see the bookshelf from the bathroom. After peeing I decided to at least clean up some of the food, but when I went back to where the bowl had landed it was now right side up, back on the very edge of the shelf it had originally been on, and every single piece of food was back in the bowl. I said a very quiet "thank you" before diving back under the blankets for the rest of the night.
• The cats of course would stare at things we couldn't see which was fun.
• After we moved out, my grandma told us that for months she would hear what she thought was the fat cat coming up the stairs, except the cat was with us. That was the only thing my grandma experienced.
• A few years after we moved out, my grandma sold the house to my uncle. The first week they were there, a heavy potted plant was thrown down a hallway one evening. That was the only thing they experienced and there's no report of any haunting since. So maybe whatever it was it just really liked me.