Beyond the Barrier (incomplete)

My grandmother was a very eccentric woman but she was lovable. Every night she told me stories of a barrier that separated our world from a world beyond our wildest imaginations. She told me that there were all sorts of magical beings that were living their own lives. I would ask; "Do they know about our world, Granma?" and she would smile and nod. She said that they had agents watching over us like guardian angels. Disguised as teachers, foster parents, policemen, even pets! Then I would ask; "Have you ever met one?" and she would say; "Why yes! I have!" whenever I asked her to tell me about it she would say it was a story for another day. As time went on and she passed away, I thought they were just fairy tales designed to keep my active mind busy and entertained. Little did I know the value behind those stories...