(Sorry if it's long)
After a stressful day at work, Davis decides to head into a new museum that popped up 'The Museum Of households.
Davis mostly came for the cheap lunch and quiet atmosphere. But when he walked in a sign on the cafeteria doors said,
'Cafeteria closed for renovations'
So instead of the lunch, he just wandered the isles.
Until he walked into the 50s exhibit.

"To the average person, a museum is a place of knowledge, a place of beauty and truth and wonder. Some people come to study, others to contemplate, others to look for the sheer joy of looking. Davis has his own reasons. He comes to the museum to get away from the world. It isn't really the sixty-cent cafeteria meal that has drawn him here every day. It's the fact that here in these strange, cool halls, he can be alone for a little while, really and truly alone. Anyway, that's how it was before he got lost and wandered into the Twilight Zone."

Davis's pov
I was looking at every item on display from the 50s, phones, radios, and at the end of the hall was a dollhouse. During the whole time, I was in there; I heard a woman humming.
I followed the noise and found my way to the dollhouse; it had a sign at the bottom that said.
"Typical 1950s apartment." it was a one-floor thing a kitchen off to a corner, a bedroom and a small living room or lounge all with extreme detail like it was real. There was even a little hallway outside the door.
I turned to the living room area, and I saw a small female figure, she was wearing a blue dress with brown hair. She was dusting a small table.
The weird thing about she was moving. Like she was a person walking.

I admit she was beautiful.
I was so busy looking at the doll. I didn't notice a man in a guard uniform walk up to me until I turned around.
"Sir, are you ok?" the man asked, and I jumped a little surprised.
When I saw him, I decided to ask him,
"Um is the doll in there mechanical?" I asked, looking away from the display.
"No sir it's carved from a simple block of wood, pretty realistic even though it doesn't have eyes, no offense," the man says getting a little nervous at the thought of offending a patron.
"None taken," I say to the man, and I left trying not to be awkward.

I came to the museum the next day to see if the doll was moving again it was, and I saw another one it was a man in a white suit, a milkman I assume he walked in through the hallway and into the apartment. I couldn't hear them, but it seemed like they had a lengthy conversation.

Then another figure came in it was a red-headed female in a dress it seemed like the two were friends.

Then a terrible thing happened a male figure in a suit came up from an elevator at the back of the hallway and went into the apartment the two were together he tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't let him.

I visited her almost every day, and when I did, I spoke to her about my work and problems, and she just went about her day like I wasn't there, but I didn't mind.

I was at the house again when I heard a familiar voice.
"Davis?" it was Bryan. Why was he here?
"Bryan, what are you doing here," I asked him, confused.
"I should ask you the same thing I didn't know you were a household history fan?" he asked me cheerfully.
"A little bit," I said ashamed but I didn't tell him the truth he'd call me crazy.

After a bit, we had lunch, and I left the poor girl.
I came back to the museum to find the milkman walking down the hallway when the man from the other night went in the hall and started yelling; the milkman blocked the girl's door,

But he just grabbed a milk bottle and hit him over the head with it knocking him out.

I was scared for the girl's safety, but I couldn't do anything.

The man barged in, and the redhead tried to stop him with the same result.
The girl fainted, and the man picked her up and was about to carry her into the bedroom when I just grabbed a dial phone from its display and smashed the glass between the glass and me.

"Sir drop the phone and step away from the glass," said the same guard from the other day said to me
I started to defend myself by saying.
"Yesterday he tried to kiss her, but she refused he came back, the milkman and her friend wanted to stop him, but he knocked them out she fainted, and he tried to be with her," I said as he was escorting me to his office,
"You saw it, right?" I said, trying to get the guy to help me. And he said sounding like a man speaking to a child.