I will start with my own house, it is a log house built in the 1980's by a man who did die in it, because he drank too much, his name was Tom. But I hear he is a nice guy and we have not tried to chase him out.
Any how the room he died in was the bedroom we currently use, and some other people before us lived there for a few years after he died so it was not like we moved in right after. When we moved in I was about 5 months pregnant, and was alone in the kitchen cleaning behind my microwave. I had the microwave on a shelf and it was in the middle of the kitchen floor. I stepped away for a second, and the microwave and shelf jumped like someone was not expecting it to be there and walked into it. I watched it happen from the living room with my 2 dogs.
A diff time when my son was about 5 we were standing in front of the room where the first owner,Tom, died. which at that time was just a storage room, and we had gators* hanging on the wall. *they go over your shoes/boots to keep snow out. One of the gators had floated off the wall and was suspended in the middle of the room, like someone was looking at them and trying to figure out what they were for. I tapped my son on the shoulder pointed to the floating gators and we both went "AAAh!" Then the gators fell to the floor.
We used to lose a lot of light bulbs in that room, but not as much anymore.
At a later date, we had made that bedroom our main bedroom. And one time I was in there watching a movie, in the dark, and an even darker and very cold mass was floating towards me. At first I was scared, and the mass was in front of the door so I could not run out of the room. But I said," I am not scared, and I think it is you Tom" And if you saw the movie ghost where the ghost floats through you, it was creepy but it kept going I think it was not Tom, but since I was not scared it didn't stay.
Lastly as far as my house goes, my son who was about 19 at the time had came back home to live for a bit, and he was sleeping in a different room, in one morning and he started to scream, "Mom!" I ran upstairs and he said he woke up and there was a Native American girl with long black hair at the foot of his bed staring at him, and when he started to scream she went through the wall by his bed and as she was leaving you could hear her hair crackling. Later on I heard my mother in Alaska had passed away.