OK. I have to say I did watch Most Haunted and the like at the time and have always loved a ghost story and that probably didn't help. In fact one time when I was watching MH in that house, probably the weirdest thing that happened there, a voice sounding like it was coming from the television set but not connected with the programme said "Cathy?" I looked around and probably pulled a face but assumed it was interference or some kind of broadcast error - it sounded like when the continuity announcer forgets to turn off the microphone, though this was right in the middle of the programme. I was on my own in the room but jumped up to tell DH who was in the kitchen.
I had sleep paralysis, nightmares and lucid dreams much more frequently back then. The house was built in 1893 and it was a little damp, cold and draughty (in need of new windows which we couldn't afford at the time). Also probably had dodgy wiring. Rather frequently the landing or hall light switches wouldn't work then would suddenly come on by themselves later or you'd switch the hall light on and the landing light would go off, that kind of thing. I used to have dreams where I was in a spooky house and couldn't switch the light on. Then I'd wake up needing a wee, go onto the landing (the only bathroom was downstairs, through the kitchen) and pray that the light switch would work. I remember one time it didn't and I said, exasperated and tired "OH COME ON!" and the light popped on. Another time (after reading Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings, almost certainly) I dreamt that there was a dementor/ring wraith in my kitchen. I actually laughed out loud and woke up as even in the dream it seemed preposterous. Still, it wasn't that much fun going downstairs for a wee straight afterwards.
Another time, in the daytime, I was drying pots in the kitchen and it felt like someone tapped me on the shoulder. There was no-one there and I put it down to a muscular twitch (though it really did feel like a single finger tapping me, like someone trying to get your attention, about to say "Excuse me, but...").
I stumbled on the stairs so many times, fortunately with no serious effect, though I did slip and bump down on my bottom a couple of steps when I was pregnant with DD1 and that made me cry (as I thought I'd hurt DD1 also). I think they were just steep/dangerous stairs and also went round the corner at the top. Though in my current house I've probably slipped twice in 16 years (touch wood etc) and it was more like several times a year in the other place.
It was also a mid-terrace and you could hear neighbours coming in next door and running up the steps. Sometimes you couldn't tell which door had been opened and it sounded like someone had come in when it was actually next door. One time though I was so absolutely sure DH had come come, I ran downstairs (without falling) and into the living room (as he would usually come in and talk to/cuddle the cat before saying hello to me 😺 ) saying "Hi!" but of course no-one was there.
Probably after that time I started saying "Goodbye!" to the house when I was the last to leave (ostensibly the cat, but I was really talking to the house) and "Hello!" when I came in again and was first to arrive. It just felt a lot of the time like there was someone else there. I looked up the house in the 1901 census - a LOT of people lived there all at once - three different generations, probably about 10-12 people and I really couldn't work out what the sleeping arrangements would have been! One was about my age at the time and gave her occupation as "laundress". After then I used to imagine her standing there marvelling at the washing machine and being very pleased when there was a line of washing blowing in the sunshine. And cross when we left a pile of crumpled clean clothes dumped in the spare room, as we used to do when we were busy and couldn't be arsed, back then!
We initially had two cats but one died, she was 19, a good age, but I was very upset to lose her as I'd had her since I was 8. What was actually quite comforting was when I used to be half awake (probably asleep and dreaming I was waking up) and feel her sitting on me and purring after she died- and it wasn't the other cat. Another time I was in the bathroom with the door closed and I could hear her walking about in the kitchen - her claws used to get very long when she was old and not going outdoors as much and we used to have to ask the vet to trim them, so she made a distinctive tapping sound. Again it was definitely not the other cat as his claws were naturally shorter and he was a bit younger. There was nothing there when I came into the kitchen but it felt comforting that I thought I'd heard her.
The only thing that DH experienced also was noises downstairs one night. I thought when I heard them from my bed that there was someone downstairs- it sounded like a couple of people having a scuffle and knocking into furniture. DH got up and could hear it too (though it was not quite as loud as it seemed initially). I put the hall light on from the landing (it worked that time!) and shouted "Oi!" or something similar and it seemed to go quiet. We both went downstairs - there was no-one there and nothing amiss. DH said it had probably been foxes in the back yard or noises from next door but when we were stood on the landing it really did sound like it was coming from inside the house.
I hadn't told my mum about any of this, but one time when we hadn't been there long she was going to house sit for us but was really sure she did not want to be in that house on her own overnight- I think my dad came up as well in the end. Nothing odd happened but they found it a bit spooky and cold.
Same with DH, nothing happened to him (or if it did, he didn't tell me) but he did agree it was spooky, draughty and damp.
Our current house isn't spooky at all. My DM lives with us now and is absolutely fine being in the house on her own!