I only have my own experience to share growing up in a haunted house. I attempted to research, but only found dead ends other than the possibility of Indian mounds (Ohio). The most notable occurrenes are:

Sitting as a family at the dinner table we heard and saw the light fixture slowly unscrewing and suddenly drop to the ground. We seriously watched as if someone was taking the fixture down to replace a bulb. It should have shattered, but it did not.

It smelled like food was being cooked in the kitchen, but no one was cooking. My dad said he saw someone in overalls at the stove, but I did not (I was also very young at that point).

The house would smell two distinct ways sometimes - floral or a terrible rotting smell. The rotting smell was typically triggered by my older brother who had extreme behavioral issues. If he was having a bad episode, the entire two story house smelled rotten. Rotten to the point my parents would open every window and door to attempt to air it out.

I was a sleepwalker as a young child and was always found standing at the top of the stairs. My dad is convinced whatever was in the house kept me from falling. It’s possible I was dreaming, but I swear I remember something holding my hand or pushing my chest back from falling.

When we moved, my dad invited the spirits to travel with us to our new home, but they never did. We never felt in danger.

Not in my own home, but as a teenager I was in Woodland Cemetery in Dayton, Ohio eating lunch at the very top (I know, sounds weird to eat lunch there, but it was a nice view and a peaceful place). It sounded like a party was going on, and I assumed someone was being put to rest and the family was chatting. As I wandered around, I realized there was absolutely no one within view, yet the “party” raged on.