I have a few.
I was in my step father's house, and said goodbye to my then fiance one morning at about 6am as he left for work. I turned, and SAW a man walk through the corridor behind me in the hall through to the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen was a "games" room. I ALSO heard my dogs collar make its tinkle noise, as it followed him, so thought it was my steop dad letting out my dog. Followed the man and the noise - but nothing.
My step dad died not long after. My then fiance and I were upstairs in the guest room talking about him, his death, and spooky things. I remember clearly saying about how things like electronics can be affected (fiance had that old block phone you got in the early '00s), and suddenly his phone screen flashed, but blank, and no noise. You had no options in those days to do that, so we looked at each other, and hid under the covers. Also, one day, my little dog was in the kitchen one day and all of a sudden I saw a black fogging in the corner of the ceiling, as if I had somehting on my eyes that was making it - I remember rubbing at my eyes just as my little dog started making the most horrific, horrible noise I had ever heard, before of after (and he died at 20), to date. It was like an inhaling loud nails on a chalk board noise - imagine making a noise as you suck in air loudly. It was like that I've never heard any dog make such a horrific human-like horror movie noise. But petrified and screaming and LOUD. He was attacked by another dog once and it was nowhere near as horrifically frightening as that noise he made to that corner of the room where the "fog" was.
After that. My dad died. My nan died. I felt utterly bereft and alone. My mum would visit mediums and get the most insane, unbelievablly correct readings, but I would get absolutely NOTHING accurate. Every reading has always been a pile of shit, and I refuse to ever go again. It made me utterly distraught over the years - why would my mum have such accurate visits, but I wouldn't get a single thing that could comfort me? (irrational, I know).
Fast forward. Breastfeeding 3rd child, 6am. Utterly sleep deprived, utterly mired in PND. Had a "moment" several years earlier where I'd had a breakdown, irrational crying into the night, begging "if you;re there, give me a sign". No sign. Never.
Anyway. That 6am...just lost it. Can;t describe it. Just sleep deprivation from the past 4 years, isolation, depression etc. Just sobbed screamed "NO ONE IS HERE FOR ME! WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DO YOU NEVER VISIT ME BUT YOU VISIT MY MUM?!!" etc. Just irrational sleep deprived depressive loneliness etc.
Just then, the whole bed that I was sat up in (so NOT asleep in ), "whomped", from side to side. I used to live in an earthquake prone country, so looked at the ceiling light straight away out of habit to try and gauge earthquake-strength, before I remembered that it was England and England didn't really have earthquakes. I heard the tinkle of the chocolate foil I'd scoffed from Christmas coins the night before whilst changing nappies fall on the dresser that was across the room. I heard the items under the bed shift (it was a bed with under bed storage). I heard the nappies and sudocrem fall from the dresser. But the ceiling lamp didn't sway. So the BED was whomping from side to side, the DRESSER had stuff moving on it....but it wasn;t acting like a typical earthquake.
I ended up contacting the meteorgical agency. No movement registered in my region. But there was no fucking way I had imagined a minutues worth of earthquake type movement that I was used to....with the odd fact the ceiling lamp wasn't also swaying (which ALWAYS happens in an earthquake. You can gauge quite well the strength by how much ceiliing stuff swings).
After that, things would happen over the months. My wedding ring, which sometimes I would take off whilst using cleaning fluids, suddenly appeared mid air in the bathroom by my eye-height. My bed, and only my bed, would "whomp". Whomp whomp, side to side, swiftly, as I was trying to get to sleep. I used to lay my palms flat against the bed to make sure I wasn;t imagining it.
At one point my dh, who snores horrifically, was in the spare room with the light off. (He also didn;t know at that point what had been happening to me - I hadn't yet had the courage to tell him). He came down white-faced one day (difficult to do, as he's not white), and said he'd been about to sleep when he'd heard something "sliding" in the dark. Just sliding, non stop, across the floor. He'd leaped up and turned the light n but the noise stopped instantly. I then told him what had been happening to me. After that, because the bed shuddering had been keeping me from sleeping I just begged out loud one day for it to please just stop, because it was scaring me. It never happened again.
I've not had things happen since I asked them to stop. I something like to think maybe it was my dad and my nan.. I don't know.