OP I grew up in a very old house and had some similar incidents.
One time when I was about 13, I was lying on my bed reading. On the other side of my bedroom I had one of those massive MFI desks that was solidly rawl plugged into the wall, it had shelves over the desk and shelves all up one side to the left. I had loads of shit on there - ornaments, folders, books etc. Quietly reading away when suddenly BANG - I looked over and literally everything that had moments before been on my shelves was now on the floor.
Also things used to go missing a lot. I’d be using something in my room, put it down then it would vanish. I’d tear my room apart looking for it and finally - and I know this sounds bonkers - I’d ask the ghost to put it back. I’d turn my back or leave the room and often the item would reappear somewhere really obvious. I know this sounds like bullshit, I really wish it was.
Anyway, I’d grown up in that house and just kind of accepted that it wasn’t just my family living there, things used to happen to me every day. Problem was, it was only me that experienced this, except for a couple of times my brother heard someone breathing heavily near him when he was in his bed. He came to me and told me about it, shit scared, and I was like um yeah, welcome to my world, that happens every night.
My parents thought I was full of bollocks though, so it was just something I had to live with. But then they got divorced when I was an adult and my DF had to sell the house, which had been in the family for over 100 years. A celebrity bought it, and a few months later did a radio interview where she mentioned she’d recently bought and was renovating a haunted house in XXXX county. I can’t tell you how chuffed that made me, I was like HA they’ve latched on to you now then.
In the early 1900s my GF’s brother was tragically killed in an accident when he was 8, he lived in the house, and I wonder if it was his ghost that was doing stuff, often it was playful and child-like things that happened.