About the book: year / Rod Serling Monsters on Maple Street It was Sunday afternoon on Maple Street. The sun still retained something of the warmth of the “Indian summer,” and the people living on the quiet street took advantage of it. They mowed lawns, washed cars, and children played “classroom” on the sidewalk. Mr. Van Horn, the patriarch of the street, took out the Electric Saw on his lawn and began cutting stakes for the fence. The time was 4:40. On one porch there was a transistor radio from which a football commentator was screaming. Maple Street. October. 4:40 p.m. Maple Street in the last quiet moments - before the monsters appeared. ...