Alright, so this is a story from an anonymous person on a Hmong Ghost Stories on fb:

This happened in 2010 when my husband and I used to work at an apartment complex. We were just promoted to managers into the 200+ unit complex. Ever since I was young I have always been seeing and experiencing unexplained things or even dreams and so was my husband. I am a very religious (shaman) person while my husband is more on the atheist side. Anyways, before we were 

promoted and moved into our complex we had worked as assistant managers on the complex next door. We heard stories that these complex were built on Native American burial grounds, which I’m not sure if its true. when we took office, we slowly move into our apartment, which was upstairs of our office. Getting to know our staff we gave out our personal cell phone number.
Our apartment was pretty big since it’s the manager’s apartment. We had three bedrooms, and three bathrooms. We took the master bedroom which23
558 has a big door open to the patio, a big walk-in bathroom with three closets , 2 sinks, 1 shower, and a bath tub jacuzzi. We were very excited to our promotion and our new place. At that time my oldest daughter was 3 years old and she slept in our room but in her own toddler bed.
One night as we were getting into bed, I remember I had turned off our lamp and crawled into bed. I felt the need to go use the bathroom and right before I was going to grab the handles to the bathroom doors I heard a loud bang. I quickly ran back in bed and asked my husband if he heard that, I was relief when he said he heard it too. My husband was quite scared but me being curious and mad I went to check it out.
My husband and I got up and the bathroom lights. We checked every closet and all of our shampoos and bathroom accessories. Nothing, nothing fell off or looked like it was moved or was on the ground. In one of our closet there was a small door. This door was to the attic and other electrical areas of the apartment. My husband quickly opened it but there was nothing. We shrugged it off and just went back to sleep.
The next couple days I kept receiving phone calls from “unknown” and “blocked” number. Knowing that those were blocked number I never picked up. I myself for one never pick up on unknown and blocked number for if its important it would leave me a message. For days this keeps happening, then one day it left me a message, at that time I was late on one of my credit cards and usually it’ll call as unknown and leave me a message, so I figure it might just be it. It was 30 minutes before closing my office and I decided to check my voice mail.
I was expecting a machine telling me that I’m late instead I heard heavy breathing. I was shocked and scared and erased it. I told myself maybe someone was trying to prank me so I just shrugged it off again and went about to what I was doing. The next couple days I got so many missed unknown calls. I was curious to who it might be. Then again, another message, as soon as I heard it again I got scared and told my husband. He said it just might be someone prank calling or wrong number.
So my parents usually babysit my daughter and after work I went to go picked her up. As soon as I got there, I got another missed call and listened to the voice mail, still more heavy breathing. Before I could walk into my parent’s house, I quickly erased it and went inside. I told my dad what was going on and what had happened. As always the old people would always say it’s nothing. My dad said it must be someone playing games with me. Since my mom wasn’t home at that time I wasn’t able to tell her.
The next day after work, my mom came and she brought a couple red strings (my mom is a shaman). She asked me what happened and that she heard my dad telling her what was happening so I told her the story. She walked up stairs and told what ever that thing was to get out and that the apartment is my home. I worked there and my work place is compensating me this place to live. My mom tied the red strings to every door in my apartment and had me place dried peppers inside the little door in my bathroom closet along with the other guest rooms that we weren’t using.
She told me that that thing heard that the previous managers were moving so it moved into our apartment. When we moved in it wasn’t happy, since it moved in it was living inside the little attic door in our bathroom because it was darker in there. The night we heard the loud bang it was intended to scare us but it didn’t so it started calling me on my phone since we kept verbally giving our cell phone numbers away to our staff. Since I wouldn’t pick up, it then started leaving me messages telling me to leave. After my mom did that, we no longer experienced anything strange.