💀 Chatsworth Hotel – Worthing’s Time Machine of Terror
- Nigel Slippers
- Jul 12
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 21
From the outside, Chatsworth Hotel looks promising — prime spot near the pier, charming façade, and a price that makes you double-check if it includes a roof. But inside? It’s less “coastal retreat” and more “heritage-listed panic attack.”
🛗 Lift of Doom
One lift was boarded up like a crime scene, and the one still functioning made noises like it was coughing up its last gear.
🔑 Key to the Past
You get an actual key — with a Titanic-sized tag, presumably so it doesn’t escape and warn future guests.
🚽 The Horror Throne
The toilet was… upsetting. Like it had seen things. Unspeakable things. Possibly from the Victorian era.
🛏 Bedroom or Escape Room?
Booked a double room. Got two miniature singles. View? Bus depot. Noise insulation? You’d get more peace sleeping in the actual depot.
👖 The Relic Returns
I discovered a Corby 7000 trouser press. For context, this was once cutting-edge tech — in 1982.
🪟 Curtains of Sadness
The hallway curtains were perhaps the most haunting part of the stay. Grey, tired, and somehow judging me as I passed.
🍽 Breakfast and Bed Bugs
The breakfast was edible, which is about as enthusiastic as I can get. But for two weeks after, I had the gift of itch — thanks to bed bugs.
Final Thoughts
Yes, it was cheap. Yes, the location is good. And yes — if you’re into haunted lifts, haunted curtains, and haunted mattresses — you’ll have a blast. Would I stay again? Maybe. But only for a dare.
⭐ Official Rating: 2 out of 5 sad mints.
One star for location. One for the retro trouser press. Minus three for emotional scarring, the haunted lift, and that cursed toilet.
Still better than camping. Probably.
Honestly thought I’d accidentally booked a historical reenactment. Everything creaked — the stairs, the beds, my soul. That net curtain deserves its own horror movie. Can’t wait to never return. Thanks for reliving the trauma so I didn’t have to.
You had me at “wooden trouser press.” I stayed here years ago and thought the sloping floor was just me being drunk. Turns out it’s just… the hotel. That toilet still haunts my dreams. This review was more accurate than the booking.com listing.
Stayed here once and I’m still processing it in therapy. The bathroom looked like a crime scene and the lift sounded like it was crying. I actually Googled “can a hotel be cursed” after my stay. Glad I’m not alone. Solidarity in suffering.
Wow. I stayed here last year and genuinely thought the lift was a performance art piece. That keyring? Pretty sure it dislocated my shoulder. And yes — I too met the ancient trouser press. I thought it was a heater at first. Glad to know I wasn’t the only one who left itchy and emotionally confused. Thank you for your service. 💀🧳